I Don't Think I Have A Tragic

Even A Monotonously Undeviating Path Of Self-examination Does Not Necessarily Lead To Self-knowledge. I Stumble Towards My Grave Confused And Hurt And Hungry.

The Worst Part Of Being Gay In The Twentieth Century Is All That Damn Disco Music To Which One Has To Listen.

Life Was A Funny Thing That Happened To Me On The Way To The Grave.

Living En Famille Provides The Strongest Motives For Rudeness Combined With The Maximum Opportunity For Displaying It.

I Don't Believe In Convention At All. I Do What I Have To Do To Stay Alive.