Because I'm living, and I sure as hell don't have a clue how to feel anything but empty.

When someone you love has died, there is a certain grace period during which you can get away with murder. Not literal murder, but pretty much anything else.

Do you need anything?" she asks. A mom A dad. Someone. Anyone. Can you arrange for that? "Nah, I'm good.

Get away from my house and all its rooms that echo, all the rooms I don't enter anymore.

Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can't seem to manage anything when I'm living.

Another deserted sentence. Another side effect of death. Words go AWOL.

No, I am not all right, I want to say. Have you been to my house? Have you seen how empty it is?

Because maybe it's in the stories that the people we love are still alive.

Because this is what I believe - that second chances are stronger than secrets. You can let secrets go. But a second chance? You don't let that pass you by.

But I am tired of everyone being gone, and I am tired of everything that has tired me out for the last five years of my life.

But I don't feel like dealing because dealing requires too much energy, and energy is what I lack.

In thy foul throat thou liest.

A tavern chair is the throne of human felicity.

I don't write poetry and then strum some chords and then fit the words on top of the chords.

There are no negro problems, or Polish problems, or Jewish problems, or Greek problems, or women's problems, there are HUMAN PROBLEMS”.

Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.

I want to sell to people my own age, because that's the way I write songs.

Women all live a double standard.

My former health minister, Kamran Bagheri Lankarani, is like a peach. I love to eat him.

Custom is custom: it is built of brass, boiler-iron, granite; facts, reasonings, arguments have no more effect upon it than the idle winds have upon Gibraltar.

Thank you for your input; I can tell you are struggling towards being interesting.