Be Boring, Knowing Everything. You Have To

I Guess It's Just Another One Of Life's Little Mysteries." "i'm Tired Of Mysteries." "yeah? I Think They Add A Kind Of Zest To The World. Like Salt In A Stew.

Dahling, When God Put Teeth In Your Mouth, He Ruined A Perfectly Good Arsehole.

Everybody Going To Be Dead One Day, Just Give Them Time.

I Wondered, As I Wondered So Often When I Was That Age, Who I Was, And What Exactly Was Looking At The Face In The Mirror. If The Face I Was Looking At Wasn't Me, And I Knew It Wasn't, Because I Would Still Be Me Whatever Happened To My Face, Then What Was Me? And What Was Watching?

To Be Despair. It Is A Portrait. Only Close Your Eyes And Feel.