Never Trust A Man In A Jumpsuit

I Guess For Me Hemingway Is A Lot Like It Is For Others: He Goes Down Well When We Are Young.

Her Eyes Always Had A Frantic, Lost Look. He Could Never Cure Her Eyes Of That.

Beware The Average Man The Average Woman Beware Their Love, Their Love Is Average Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred There Is Enough Genius In Their Hatred To Kill You To Kill Anybody Not Wanting Solitude Not Understanding Solitude They Will Attempt To Destroy Anything That Differs From Their Own Not Being Able To Create Art They Will Not Understand Art They Will Consider Their Failure As Creators Only As A Failure Of The World

Show Me A Man Who Lives Alone And Has A Perpetually Clean Kitchen, And 8 Times Out Of 9 I'll Show You A Man With Detestable Spiritual Qualities.

My Beerdrunk Soul Is Sadder Than All The Dead Christmas Trees Of The World.