To Achieve Harmony In Bad Taste Is

Would Hamlet Have Felt The Delicious Fascination Of Suicide If He Hadn't Had An Audience, And Lines To Speak?

First Of All, Don't Mix Your Hairpins Up With Mine! You .... Oh! All Right, Mix Your Muck With Mine. Mix It! Mix Your Rags With My Tatters! Mix It All Up.

I Give The Name Violence To A Boldness Lying Idle And Enamored Of Danger.

Solitude, As I Understand It, Does Not Signify An Unhappy State, But Rather Secret Royalty, Profound Incommunicability Yet A More Or Less Obscure Knowledge Of An Invulnerable Singularity.

Limited By The World, Which I Oppose, Jagged By It, I Shall Be All The More Handsome And Sparkling As The Angles Which Wound Me And Give Me Shape Are More Acute And The Jagging More Cruel.