Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration

“I'm beginning to believe that one of the last frontiers left for radical gesture is the imagination.”

“...when I was ten years old and walking around times square looking for the weight of some man to lie across me to replace the nonexistent hugs and kisses from my mom and dad.”

It's not much a collection of essays as it is a collection of poems en prose, very reminiscent of Allen Ginsberg's Howl. His description is so captivating and cinematic, with run-on sentences going on for pages dropping truth bombs on his way. It's everything I ever wanted in a book.

I could pick any page at random, and any sentence could work as a devastating quote, but I'm gonna go with this one:
“Darkness had completely descended onto the landscape and I stood up and stretched my arms above my head and I wondered what it would be like if it were a perfect world. Only god knows. And he is dead.”