I Remain A Fan Of My Friend

It's The Cynics Who Never Get Married.

Delia's Arms Were Inscribed With A Grid Of Self- Inflicted Wounds, An Intricate Text Of Self-loathing

Your Presence Here Is Is Only A Matter Of Conducting An Experiment In Limits, Reminding Yourself Of What You Aren’t.

I Was Fortunate To Get A Lot Of Mileage Out Of My Vices . . . The Point Is Not To Be Debilitated By Your Pleasures. Maybe I Have Lucky Genes Or Something But I've Never Been Truly Addicted To Anything, Except Pleasure In General.

I Don't Want To Have My Life Fall Apart For My Work.