All In All, Death Is Something Like

You Can Lose Your Way Groping Among The Shadows Of The Past.

The More One Is Hated, I Find, The Happier One Is.

I Piss On You All From A Considerable Height.

There's No Such Thing As Intelligent Vanity. It's An Instinct. And You'll Never Find A Man Who Is Not First And Foremost Vain.

In The Kitchens Of Love, After All, Vice Is Like The Pepper In A Good Sauce; It Brings Out The Flavor, It’s Indispensable.