Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide,

We Could Have Saved Sixpence. We Could Have Saved Fivepence. But At What Cost?

We Always Find Something, Eh Didi, To Let Us Think We Exist?

The Day You Die Is Just Like Any Other, Only Shorter.

If You Do Not Love Me I Shall Not Be Loved If I Do Not Love You I Shall Not Love.

I Have Always Been Amazed At My Contemporaries’ Lack Of Finesse, I Whose Soul Writhed From Morning To Night, In The Mere Quest Of Itself.