Angels, We Have Grown Apart.

From The Beginning, Through The Middle Years And Up To The End: Too Bad, Too Bad, Too Bad.

The Writer Has No Responsibility Other Than To Jack Off In Bed Alone And Write A Good Page.

Love Breaks My Bones And I Laugh

Love Is A Fog That Burns With The First Daylight Of Reality.

Most Of The World Was Mad. And The Part That Wasn't Mad Was Angry. And The Part That Wasn't Mad Or Angry Was Just Stupid. I Had No Chance. I Had No Choice. Just Hang On And Wait For The End. It Was Hard Work. It Was The Hardest Work Imaginable.