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my body's made of hand-grenade  girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissin a razorblade.

Hold my life  until I'm ready to use it / Hold my life  because I just might lose it,   because I just might lose it

Everyone who speaks English understands you. How they interpret you is something else.

Are we all so wedded to the ‘spectatorial’ gaze -- the confirming, approving gaze of others -- that we don’t feel endorsed in the privacy of our own consciousness?

I was an old soul, which is what adults call you when they don't wanna say "loser" in front of your parents.

Funny how gentle people get with you once you're dead.

People are stupid. I don't understand why people like daylight so much. It's so loud when it hits your skin.

She is like a cat in the dark and then she is the darkness.

Grab this gun and aim it there / Shoot my pain and slay my fear.

Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

[Art] should prepare us for tenderness. And in this regard it starts, I think, with intention... Our intention is to crack life open for just a second.

The truth was in front of me and every time I flashed the light I saw her coming at me. You try to photograph the truth... you frame it... you outline it using nothing but white light. Then you press the button. And if you're in tune, on that rare wavelength, you'll get to see the truth in black and white and circle it with red grease pencil. Right before my eyes, she was turning into an animal made of light. There was no time to stop. So instead of reaching for her, which was what I wanted to do, I stayed right on the edge, at a magnetic distance that was like the opposite of touching. I wanted to take the time to dwell on the sight of her and not go past. That energy of observing is marvelous. When you desire someone so much, and she's right there in front of you, there's something very special about *not* touching, and just letting the light caress her. And the camera plays a very powerful role in all this. Because you've got love coming through the lens. You just let in and click! Close the box, and you've recorded impressions of that love, that energy, in photographs you can print and preserve. My mouth was dry. My desire all seemed to be drawn up into my head and my eyes. I just kept going into that desire, expanding that space, making it brighter and brighter and brighter. The shutter feverishly clicked and whirred. In the whole world there were only the two of us, a man and a woman, alone together in that magical space of flashing white light. She is gone but she is everywhere. Stars die but light goes on forever.

The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.

It's a lonely ol' night, but ain't they all?