It’s Hard To Drink When You Dance.

I Didn't Feel That Way About It. I Had Been Playing With Death For Some Time. I Can't Say We Were The Best Of Friends But We Were Well Acquainted.

When You Leave Your Typewriter You Leave Your Machine Gun And The Rats Come Pouring Through.

I'll Get Back To The Whores And The Horses And The Booze, While There's Time.

Let It Die. Let There Be A New Beginning. It’s Awful. Goodnight.

Great Art Is Horseshit, Buy Tacos.