Quotes About Transformation

what you were will not happen again. the tigers have found me and I do not care.

You have to die a few times before you actually live.

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

they are unhappy with what I have become

I know I went mad, almost as an act of theory: the lost are found the sick are healthy the non-creators are the creators.

art as the spirit wanes the form appears.

I was like a turd that drew flies instead of like a flower that butterflies and bees desired.

it's moments like this - you can feel it happening - that you grow transformed partly into something else strange and unimaginable— so when death comes it can only take part of you rom "8 Count Concerto

The area dividing the brain and the soul Is affected in many ways by experience — Some lose all mind and become soul: insane. Some lose all soul and become mind: intellectual. Some lose both and become: accepted.

that's what kills a man: lack of change.

The trouble with a mask is it never changes.

I went from barrel to barrel. It was magic. Why hadn't someone told me? With this, life was great, a man was perfect, nothing could touch him.

225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. what you were will not happen again. the tigers have found me and I do not care.

è sempre un processo di lasciar perdere, in un modo o nell'altro.

Non ero ancora morto, solo in un stato di rapido decadimento.

I am humanely destroyed, I am the horseplayer who became the racetrack.

Si estás perdiendo tu alma y lo sabes, todavía te queda un alma por perder.

TIME WOUNDS ALL HEELS.

Dinosauria, we born

I had come a long way from a guy who had worked in slaughterhouses, who had crossed the country with a railroad track gang, who had worked in a dog biscuit factory, who had slept on park benches, who had worked the nickel and dime jobs in a dozen cities across the nation.

how to do it" will never create an Art, it will never shake the old skin, it will never get us out of here.

Last time I saw you, you had nothing. Now you've got a woman and a radio.

then came the manual typewriter. then the electric typer. and now this. it's as if I have been reborn.

As the soul wanes, form appears.