No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
“ I told you Bill. I fucking told you. I don’t wanna die. It’s your fault. You punched me, made me walk through shitty water, dragged me through a crackhouse… And now I’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown.”