I Guess All That's Left Is To

Love Is Simple To Understand If You Haven't Got A Mind Soft And Full Of Holes. It's A Crutch, That's All, And There Isn't Any One Of Us That Doesn't Need A Crutch.

In America All Too Few Blows Are Struck Into Flesh. We Kill The Spirit Here, We Are Experts At That. We Use Psychic Bullets And Kill Each Other Cell By Cell.

Tough Guys Don't Dance. You Had Better Believe It.

The Novelist ... Must Live In Paranoia And Seek To Be One With The World; He Must Be Terrified Of Experience And Hungry For It; He Must Think Himself Nothing And Believe He Is Superior To All.

Murder Offers The Promise Of Vast Relief. It Is Never Unsexual.