I take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips like chips of flint as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.

-Sharon Olds

Cigarettes are demons, demons, demons.

"I'll tell you this thing, boy, and you'ld better believe it.

No matter how much you love somebody, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter one bit.
You can't make anybody love you;
And the chances are that they don't, anyway."


Thanks, Pops.

Jolene, I ain't about to go straight.

Mother Mary comes to me, and whispers words of wisdom; she says, "Let it be."