Some Men Never Die And Some Men

I Write As A Function. Without It I Would Fall Ill And Die. It's As Much A Part Of One As The Liver Or Intestine, And Just About As Glamorous.

My Body Gnaws At Me From One Side And My Spirit Gnaws At Me From The Other.

Lighting New Cigarettes, Pouring More Drinks. It Has Been A Beautiful Fight. Still Is.

I Had No Freedom. I Had Nothing.

I Tell You Such Fine Music Waits In The Shadows Of Hell.