But There Are Things In Il Sogno

We're All Just Animals. That's All We Are, And Everything Else Is Just An Elaborate Justification Of Our Instincts. That's Where Music Comes From. And Romantic Poetry. And Bad Novels.

Good Manners And Bad Breath Will Get You Nowhere.

The Way You Look I Understand How You Were Not Impressed, But I Heard You Let That Little Friend Of Mine Take Off Your Party Dress.

Now I Just Don't Know Who To Tell To Go To Hell Who Put The Old Devil In The Distorted Angel?

There's No Such Thing As An Original Sin.