Forgive Everyone For Your Own Sins And

Some Of My Most Neurotically Fierce Bitterness Is The Result Of Realizing How Untrue People Have Become.

Don't Use The Phone. People Are Never Ready To Answer It. Use Poetry.

I Am Always Thinking 'what Am I Doing Here? Is This The Way I Am Supposed To Feel?'

I Was Having A Wonderful Time And The Whole World Opened Up Before Me Because I Had No Dreams.

A Fool Forgetting All The Ideals And Joys I Knew Before, In My Recent Years Of Drinking And Disappointment, What Does He Care If He Hasn't Got Any Money: He Doesn't Need Any Money, All He Needs Is His Rucksack With Those Little Plastic Bags Of Dried Food And A Good Pair Of Shoes And Off He Goes And Enjoys The Privileges Of A Millionaire In Surroundings Like This.