Live For Life, But Let Live Everybody

What About This Overcrowded Land/how Much More Abuse From Man Can She Stand?

Every Chance You Get You Seem To Hurt Me More And More, But Each Hurt Makes My Love Stronger Than Before.

Music, Not Sex, Got Me Aroused.

Crime Is Increasing, Trigger Happy Policing. Panic Is Spreading, God Knows Where We're Heading.

The More I Lived With Jan, The More I Loved Her, The More I Made Her Miserable. It Was A Vicious Cycle (page 209)……the More I Loved Her The More I Hated Her. And The More She Loved Me, The More I Harmed Myself (page 269).