Im my own fucking hero. I dont need approval. I dont need assistance or pity. If I did my own mind would hardly be intact at the moment. That is of course concluded with the assumption that it currently is. The world is a very hungry place. Therefore I would suggest that if you're starving, let your pure animal instincts have a go at getting you a meal. It may get a little messy, but now there is a decision you have to make for yourself. A compromise! Just ask yourself, are you ready to die slowly? Do you need to suffer? Are you strong enough to survive when there is an entire planet that believes it takes priority over your existence? I know I am.

My uncle told me dont go to no Yankee school, boy. So I burned the school down.

Nobody. Im nobody. Im a tramp, a bum, a hobo. Im a boxcar and a jug of wine... and a straight razor-if you get too close to me.

Maybe I should have killed four or five hundred people...then I would have felt better. Then I would have felt I really offered society something.

If I wanted to kill somebody . . . Id pick up this book and beat you to death with it! And I wouldn't feel a thing! It'd be like walking to the drug store.

Look down at me and youll see a fool. Look up at me and youll see your god. Look straight at me and youll see yourself.

Believe me, if I started killing people...thered be none of you left.

You know, a long time ago being crazy meant something. Now everybodys crazy.

The truth is ugly so we put our prophets in prison

Do you feel blame? Are you mad? Uh do you feel like wolf kabob Roth vantage? Gefrannis booj pooch boo jujube; bear-ramage. Jigiji geeja geeble Google Begap flagagaggle vaggle vedich-waggle bagga?

The street is my world. I dont go uptown and pretend to be anything fancy. I can, but I find more real in the world that I'm in than I do with tinsel. And the real world is the one I have to deal with everyday.