Cleanse My Heart... Give Me The Ability

The Kind Of People Who Always Go On About Whether A Thing Is In Good Taste Invariably Have Very Bad Taste.

With Madness, As With Vomit, It's The Passerby Who Receives The Inconvenience.

You Were Born With Your Legs Apart. They'll Send You To The Grave In A Y-shaped Coffin.

I'm Too Amused By The Way People Carry On To Give In To Despair.

Every Luxury Was Lavished On You - Atheism, Breastfeeding, Circumcision.