But If God Is Gone And Man

The History Of Music Is Mortal, But The Idiocy Of The Guitar Is Eternal.

Isn't Beer The Holy Libation Of Sincerity? The Potion That Dispels All Hypocrisy, Any Charade Of Fine Manners? The Drink That Does Nothing Worse Than Incite Its Fans To Urinate In All Innocence, To Gain Weight In All Frankness?

If I Had Two Lives, In One Life I Could Invite Her To Stay At My Place, And In The Second Life I Could Kick Her Out. Then I Could Compare And See Which Had Been The Best Thing To Do. But We Only Live Once. Life's So Light. Like An Outline We Can't Ever Fill In Or Correct... Make Any Better. It's Frightening".

...[p]eople Who Shout Joy From The Rooftops Are Often The Saddest Of All... (p.24)

Flirting Is A Promise Of Sexual Intercourse Without A Guarantee.