I Went Home Each Night Dizzy And

If You Can't Write The Next Line, Well, You're Dead. The Past Doesn't Matter.

Love Is A Form Of Prejudice. I Have Too Many Other Prejudices.

I No Longer Want It All, Just Some Comfort And Some Sex And Some Minor Love.

Sexual Intercourse Is Kicking Death In The Ass While Singing.

I Didn't Feel That Way About It. I Had Been Playing With Death For Some Time. I Can't Say We Were The Best Of Friends But We Were Well Acquainted.