Callous Greed Grows Pious Very Fast.

But Maybe Half A Lie Is Worse Than A Real Lie.

Nothing You Write, If You Hope To Be Good, Will Ever Come Out As You First Hoped.

Lonely. I Always Thought Loneliness Meant Alone, Without People. It Means Something Else.

I Cannot And Will Not Cut My Conscience To Fit This Year's Fashions.

People Always Sound So Proud When They Announce They Know Nothing Of Music.