Between Skin And Skin, There Is Only

The Dead Live." "how Do They Live?" "by Love.

There Are Two Kinds Of Hangover: In One You Feel Ill And Incapable, In The Other You Feel Ill And Lucid.

I Have A Strange Illusion Quite Often. I Think I've Become Deaf. I Have To Make A Little Noise To Prove I'm Not. I Clear My Throat To Show Myself That Everything Is Normal. It's Like The Little Japanese Girl They Found In The Ruins Of Hiroshima. Everything Dead; And She Was Singing To Her Doll.

You Come To The United States Not Knowing What To Expect. Then All Your Worst Prejudices Are Confirmed.

And I Just Can't Live In This Present. I Would Go Mad If I Did.