Andy Weston

“His mouth open, he fell asleep, because a man always falls asleep in the end. One weeps, one shrieks, one rages, one despairs, and then one eats and sleeps as if nothing had happened.”
― Georges Simenon

“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
― Charles Bukowski

“She felt the snake between her breasts, felt him there, and loved him there, coiled, the deep tumescent S held rigid, ready to strike. She loved the way the snake looked sewn onto her V-neck letter sweater, his hard diamondback pattern shining in the sun. It was unseasonably hot, almost sixty degrees, for early November in Mystic, Georgia, and she could smell the light musk of her own sweat. She liked the sweat, liked the way it felt, slick as oil, in all the joints of her body, her bones, in the firm sliding muscles, tensed and locked now, ready to spring--to strike--when the band behind her fired up the school song: "Fight On Deadly Rattlers of Old Mystic High.”
― Harry Crews, A Feast of Snakes

“There are bad journeys, to a bitter place
I can’t go to – yet, I lean towards it,
tugging to get there, and thank God
I’m clogged with the world. It grips me,
I hold it.”
― Norman MacCaig, The Many Days: Selected Poems