• Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us

    Jim Carroll
  • It was a dream, not a nightmare, a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a thousand nods. There was a girl next to me who wasn't beautiful until she smiled and I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following, soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color and I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me

    Jim Carroll
  • Back then, Billy imagined that drops of rain were unanswered prayers falling back to earth

    Jim Carroll
  • Poverty of young men alone behind thestairways, who practicealchemy inside bottle caps, who knowthe altruism of a last syringe

    Jim Carroll
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