Every Chance You Get You Seem To

I Wish That Being Famous Helped Prevent Me From Being Constipated.

The More I Lived With Jan, The More I Loved Her, The More I Made Her Miserable. It Was A Vicious Cycle (page 209)……the More I Loved Her The More I Hated Her. And The More She Loved Me, The More I Harmed Myself (page 269).

What About This Overcrowded Land/how Much More Abuse From Man Can She Stand?

There Are Still Times I Feel Unhappy And I Must Smile, And There Are Times I Want To Cry And I Must Laugh... People Rarely See The Real Marvin Gaye

For Me, Love Carries The Seeds Of Its Own Destruction.