“to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible withinyourself,so that your life and your deathwill not be liketheirs.”

“The nights you fight best arewhen all the weapons are pointed at you,when all the voices hurl their insultswhile the dream is being strangled.The nights you fight best arewhen reason gets kicked in the gut,when the chariots of gloom encircle you.The nights you fight best arewhen the laughter of fools fills the air,when the kiss of death is mistaken for love.The nights you fight best arewhen the game is fixed,when the crowd screams for your blood.The nights you fight best areon a night like thisas you chase a thousand dark rats from your brain,as you rise up against the impossible,as you become a brother to the tender sister of joyand move on regardless.”

“Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.”

“But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself.”

“Lighting new cigarettes,pouring moredrinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Stillis.”

“We areBorn like thisInto thisInto these carefully mad warsInto the sight of broken factory windows of emptinessInto bars where people no longer speak to each otherInto fist fights that end as shootings and knifingsBorn into thisInto hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to dieInto lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guiltyInto a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closedInto a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes”

“the nights you fight bestarewhen all the weapons are pointedat you,when all the voiceshurl their insultswhile the dream is beingstrangled.