Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

Heard Ten Thousand Whispering And Nobody Listening. Heard One Person Starve, I Heard Many People Laughing. Heard The Song Of A Poet Who Died In The Gutter.

You Can Always Come Back, But You Can't Come Back All The Way.

You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody; Well, It May Be The Devil, Or It May Be The Lord, But You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.

She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And They Fired.

For Them That Think Death's Honesty Won't Fall Upon Them Naturally Life Sometimes Must Get Lonely.