Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.
I do see the beauty in the rules, the invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
What does everyone seek? Power, youth, beauty, love, to walk alongside, such as now, the great midnight arts.
The most beautiful quality of a true friendship is to understand them. Be understood with absolute clarity.
I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty, and art, and horror of everything this world has to offer.
The trouble with humans, Joe, is that we’re weak. A man sees a pretty face, he wants her. It’s natural. It’s animal.