I Can’t Help Being A Gorgeous Fiend.

When You Make His Sandwiches, Put A Sexy Or Loving Note In His Lunch Box.

I Feel Like An Outsider, And I Always Will Feel Like One. I've Always Felt That I Wasn't A Member Of Any Particular Group.

What Does All This Mean Finally, I Kept Asking Like A College Kid. Why Does It Make Me Want To Cry? Maybe It’s That We Are All Outsiders, We Are All Making Our Own Unusual Way Through A Wilderness Of Normality That Is Just A Myth.

My Greatest Sin Has Always Been That I Have A Wonderful Time Being Myself

He Had Grieved For Me, I'll Give Him That Much. But Then He Is So Good At Grieving! He Wears Woe As Others Wear Velvet; Sorrow Flatters Him Like The Light Of Candles; Tears Become Him Like Jewels.