It All Ends In Tears Anyway.

I'm Catholic And I Can't Commit Suicide, But I Plan To Drink Myself To Death.

We Lay On Our Backs Looking At The Ceiling And Wondering What God Had Wrought When He Made Life So Sad And Disinclined.

And Never Really Thought I'd Amount To Anything. It Was Precisely What I Wanted The Whole World To Think; Then I Could Sneak In, If That's What They Wanted, And Sneak Out Again, Which I Did.

Between Incomprehensible And Incoherent Sits The Madhouse. I Am Not In The Madhouse.

All Day Long Wearing A Hat That Wasn't On My Head