It’s Important That Someone Celebrate Our Existence,"

The Real Unforgivable Acts Are Committed By Calm Men In Beautiful Green Silk Rooms, Who Deal Death Wholesale, By The Shipload, Without Lust, Without Anger, Or Desire, Or Any Redeeming Emotion To Excuse Them But Cold Fear Of Some Pretended Future. But The Crimes They Hope To Prevent In That Future Are Imaginary. The Ones They Commit In The Present - They Are Real.

I Wanted To Give You A Victory. But By Their Essential Nature Triumphs Can’t Be Given.

Only The Saints Would Joke So About The Gods, Because It Was Either Joke Or Scream, And They Alone Knew It Was All The Same To The Gods.

Poets Speak Of Hope In Ladies Smiles, But Give Me A Smirk Any Day, I Say.

Real Destiny Takes Everything-the Last Drop Of Blood, And Strip Out Your Veins To Be Sure-and Gives It Back Doubled. Quadrupled. A Thousand-fold! But You Can't Give Halves. You Have To Give It All. I Know. I Swear. I've Come Back From The Dead To Speak The Truth To You. Real Destiny Gives You A Mountain Of Life, And Puts You On Top Of It.