I May Not Believe In Myself, But

Let's Just Say I'm Like A Ship Passing Through Storms, Resting In Ports Now And Then Until It's Time To Continue The Journey. I Once Told A Friend, `i'm Just Looking For An Angel With A Broken Wing - One That Couldn't Fly Away.'

No. I Usually Rest In My Satin-lined Coffin, Actually. I'm Not Allowed Out In Daylight Hours.

I'm Not Afraid Of Death. That Is The Greatest Mystery Of All. That'll Be It, That One. But It Is All A Race Against Time.

I Like Change And I Like Contrast.

If You're Working At The Factory And You're Cursing Every Day That You Get Up, At All Costs Get Out Of It. You'll Just Make Yourself Ill.