Eager For Bread And Love.

If You Dont [sic] Say What You Want, What's The Sense Of Writing?

I Feel Guilty For Being A Member Of The Human Race.

And The Story Of Love Is A Long Sad Tale Ending In Graves.

Because The Only People For Me Are The Mad Ones.

Because He Had No Place He Could Stay In Without Getting Tired Of It And Because There Was Nowhere To Go But Everywhere, Keep Rolling Under The Stars.