The Blood Of A Redheaded Woman Is

That Was One Thing You Found Out When You Were Stoned, Or Wasted, Or Feverish: That The World Was Always Turning And That Only A Healthy Mind Could Block Out The Sickening Whirl Of It.

She Just Knew That Even When You Had Nothing, You Still Had Love.

Terror Is The Desire To Save Your Own Ass, But Horror Is Rooted In Sympathy.

I Will Be Waiting By Candlelight In Our Tree House Of The Mind.

When You Think About It, Most Of The Good Ideas Came Along To Make Sin A Whole Lot Easier.