People Are Icebergs. So Much Of Us

Every Lover Is, In His Heart, A Madman, And, In His Head, A Minstrel.

A Life That Is, Like Any Other, Unlike Any Other.

I Think Hell Is Something You Carry Around With You, Not Somewhere You Go.

Delirium: 'what's The Name Of The Word For The Precise Moment When You Realize That You've Actually Forgotten How It Felt To Make Love To Somebody You Really Liked A Long Time Ago?' Dream: 'there Isn't One.' Delirium: 'oh. I Thought Maybe There Was.'

There's Nothing For Getting You Good Fast Like Having To Be Good Fast, If That Makes Any Sense.