Where The World Ends Is Where You

If You Liked Being A Teenager, There's Something Really Wrong With You.

I Think Most Of Us Are Fascinated By The Macabre And By The Weird And Even The Nastiness That Comes Along.

The Color White Is The Absence Of Memory.

If You Intend To Write As Truthfully As You Can, Your Days As A Member Of Polite Society Are Numbered.

And Suddenly It Didn't Seem To Matter Any More, Nothing Would Matter If She Could Turn Over, Turn Over And See The Stars, Turn Over And Look Once And Die.