Pride Was The Belt You Used To

It's A Long Way Back To Eden, Sweetheart, So Don't Sweat The Small Stuff.

Even The Company Of The Mad Was Better Than The Company Of The Dead.

I Can Remember Being Home From School With Tonsillitis And Writing Stories In Bed To Pass The Time.

Your Pimples Are The Lord's Way Of Chastising You. Now Eat Your Pie.

For," I Said, "a Murdered Man Or Woman Dies Not In God's Time, But In Man's. He... Or She... Is Cut Short Before He... Or She... Can Atone For Sin, And So All Errors Must Be Forgiven. When You Think Of It That Way, All Murderers Are A Gateway For Heaven.