People Are Strange When You're A Stranger.

I See Myself As An Intelligent, Sensitive Human, With The Soul Of A Clown Which Forces Me To Blow It At The Most Important Moments.

Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

Listen, Real Poetry Doesn't Say Anything; It Just Ticks Off The Possibilities. Opens All Doors. You Can Walk Through Anyone That Suits You.

Sex Is Full Of Lies. The Body Tries To Tell The Truth. But, It's Usually Too Battered With Rules To Be Heard, And Bound With Pretenses So It Can Hardly Move. We Cripple Ourselves With Lies.

Music Inflames Temperament.