I wind up stretched across the couchstill nodding with Sherlock Holmesexamining our crushed veins - Jim Carroll
Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us. - Jim Carroll
You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance. - Jim Carroll
Whiteness is the color of death, you know, not black. Wetness is life, the breeder and shaper of life. In the beginning the sun was black. So all light was absorbed before it had a chance to return. And our dreams, then, were empty. - Jim Carroll