For Joy, Apparently, It Was All Franny

Real Ugly Girls Have It Tough. I Feel So Sorry For Them Sometimes.

I Have So Much I Want To Tell You, And Nowhere To Begin.

She Worries Over The Way Her Love For Me Comes And Goes, Appears And Disappears. She Doubts Its Reality Simply Because It Isn't As Steadily Pleasurable As A Kitten. God Knows It Is Sad. The Human Voice Conspires To Desecrate Everything On Earth.

I'm Known As A Strange, Aloof Kind Of Man. But All I'm Doing Is Trying To Protect Myself And My Work.

There Isn't Anyone Out There Who Isn't Seymour's Fat Lady.