The world is full of nice people. If you can’t find one, be one.
God damn it, there are nice things in the world- and I mean nice things. We’re all such morons to get so sidetracked.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Pack up and leave everything,
Don’t you see what I can bring
Can’t keep this beating heart at bay
Set my midnight sorrow free,
I will give you all of me
Just leave your lover, leave him for me.