People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but thatβs bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if theyβre afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But theyβre wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. Itβs all in how you carry it. Thatβs what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, youβre letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
When you make your peace with authority, you become authority.
That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.
I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply. The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.
No one here gets out alive.
I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.
Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. The entertainment for this evening is not new, you've seen this entertainment through and through you have seen your birth, your life, your death....you may recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? -enough to base a movie on??
This is the strangest life I have ever known.
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.
Some of the worst mistakes in my life were haircuts
I've noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're serious, they're usually pretty funny.
Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.
There are things known and there are things unknown and in between are the doors.
Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.
Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.
I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.
Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.
