"Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better."
"Look, it's a monster. He's walking alone. Look, he's pulling something out of his pocket. He threw it on the ground. Let's go see what it is. It's a black box. You open it... ok... Look, it's sorrow, misery and pain. It's loneliness and longing. Boy, he'll be sorry he lost these."
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Source: Henry Rollins (2009). “The Portable Henry Rollins”, p.323, Villard
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