Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.
Life, Dreams, Relationships
Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.
At first, I didn’t understand. Understanding came very slowly.
I need a new trick if I am to walk without legs, see without eyes or speak without words.
It’s unpleasant magic, the kind that darkens the senses, the kind no one wants to experience, but once in a lifetime might not be able to avoid.
No trees, sky or ground. No other buildings or fields. No winding path, no brambles, no outhouse or pond or flowers, no sunshine or children playing. Just blackness.
Even though I knew, deep down, what she was trying to do, I couldn’t hate her. Even when she hurt me, I forgave her.
Right now, in this dusty anti-paradise, I have absolutely no hand in the future at all.
I have always hated lies; my own and everyone else’s.
I used to love lulling, running water – a sound so infrequent in cityscapes. Its loss always made me feel lonely when I lived amongst concrete.
Truth starts with a sense.
A thick rivulet of lost blood reflects a city that will mourn but never die.
Dwelling on the loneliness inherent in a city such as this when you dream of endless mountains and expanses of blue sky is a recipe for torment.
Pain is usually all on the surface, but this terror is internal; not just a hurt, but a new language of feeling.
Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.
Crazy, Intelligence
Passion often makes a madman of the cleverest man, and renders the greatest fools clever.
Passion, Intelligence
When your madness is creative and necessary, people will not notice the fact that you are crazy.
People, Crazy
As a comedian, the more you commit the sin of stupidity, three essential things happen to your life:~people applaud you incessantly.~love you more than their parents.~give you a daily bread.
Humor, Humour
Madness has no sense of humour
Humour
Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.
Time, Insanity