You Have To Keep Recycling Yourself.

I Don't Want To Die Without Any Scars.

The Bad News Is We Don't Have Any Control. The Good News Is We Can't Make Any Mistakes.

Really, Just Looking Around, You Feel A Twinge Of Pity For The Poor Souls Who Succeeded In Getting Past The Pearly Gates. One Can't Help But Picture The Lackluster Vip Lounge In Heaven, A Kind Of Nonalcoholic Ice-cream Social Starring Harriet Beecher Stowe And Mahatma Gandhi. Hardly Anyone's Idea Of A "with-it" Social Register.

And I Can't Stand The Idea Of Being Alone. I Can't Bear The Thought Of Being Free.

You Can Kill A Lifetime Without Feeling Anything But Skin.