Kayla Kramer

“Look, it's a monster. He's walking alone. Look, he's pulling something out of his pocket. He threw it on the ground. Let's go see what it is. It's a black box. You open it... ok... Look, it's sorrow, misery and pain. It's loneliness and longing. Boy, he'll be sorry he lost these.”
― Henry Rollins, Black Coffee Blues

“The past is the Jabberwock. Forget not the fallen, but beware the jaws and claws. With your vorpal blade going snicker-snack, kill the fucker, as you go galumphing on.”
― Henry Rollins, Before the Chop: LA Weekly Articles 2011-2012

“My love is a thousand French poets puking black blood on your Cure CD collection.”
― Henry Rollins, Eye Scream

“I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone.”
― Henry Rollins