“What I didn’t know back then, is that I was cold. I’d turned off the longing, knowing that if I let one bit of weakness in, I’d tumble down that rabbit hole of sorrow.” — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share Image
“It was Christmas Day and Danny the Car Wiper hit the street junksick and broke after seventy-two hours in the precinct jail. It was a clear bright day, but there was warmth in the sun. Danny shivered with an inner… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
