Fundamentalism Is Dictatorship Of The Mind

My Pleasures Disappeared With My Vices.

I Don't Want To Be Loved. I Want To Be Desired. Love Is Safety, But Desire Is Foul.

I Can't Sleep With You Tonight, Baby, My Head's All Messed Up, You've No Idea. It's Somewhere Else And It's Full Of Voices And Songs And Bad Things.

What A Quality Of Innocence People Have When They Don't Expect To Be Harmed.

I've Never Had Any Desire To Be Good. I Don't Like Goodness Particularly.