She’s Mad, But She’s Magic.

You Have My Soul And I Have Your Money

There's No Clarity. There Was Never Meant To Be Clarity.

Great Writers Are Indecent People They Live Unfairly Saving The Best Part For Paper. Good Human Beings Save The World So That Bastards Like Me Can Keep Creating Art, Become Immortal. If You Read This After I Am Dead It Means I Made It.

Well, Death Says, As He Walks By, I'm Going To Get You Anyhow No Matter What You've Been: Writer, Cab-driver, Pimp, Butcher, Sky-diver, I'm Going To Get You

I Don’t Understand People, Never Will. It Looks Like I Got To Travel Pretty Much Alone.