Hell's Waking Up Every Goddamn Day And

I Always Knew It Would Come Down To You And The Big Blue School Boy. Planet's Too Big For The Both Of You. When It All Comes Down, I Want A Piece Of Him. A Small Piece, Will Do? For Old Times, Sake, You Know..it Still Hurts When Its Cold.

Comics Are So Full Of Amazing Work. And I Can’t Look At A Drawing Of A Woman Without Thinking Of, For Instance, Wallace Wood And His Amazing Way Of Capturing Beauty.

My Sin City Heroes Are Knights In Dirty, Blood-caked Armor. They Bring Justice To A World That Gives Them No Medals, No Praise, No Reward. That World, That City, Often Kills Them For Their Brave Service.

You Can Never Escape Me. Bullets Don't Harm Me. Nothing Harms Me. But I Know Pain. I Know Pain. Sometimes I Share It. With Someone Like You.

This Should Be Agony. I Should Be A Mass Of Aching Muscle - Broken, Spent, Unable To Move. And, Were I An Older Man, I Surely Would ... ... But I'm A Man Of Thirty - Of Twenty Again. The Rain On My Chest Is A Baptism - I'm Born Again.