not entirely perfect

I really don’t have a problem with gay marriage… because I’m tolerant and rational.

Perhaps all pleasure is only relief.

I never change, I simply become more myself.

And, of course, that is what all of this is - all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs - that song, endlesly reincarnated - born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket ‘88’, that Buick 6 - same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness.

A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.

People go on about the first time being important, but it’s the second time that really matters. Or the second person, anyway.

Divorce is always good news. No good marriage has ever ended in divorce. It’s really that simple. That would be sad. If two people were married, and they were really happy, and they had a great thing, and then they got divorced. That would be really sad, but that has happened zero times. Literally zero.

I apply my personality in a paste.

This is what being alive’s all about, all those fucked up feelings. You’ve got to have them; when you stop, watch out.

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.