The World Is An Inherently Unfair Place.

Sometimes I Feel Like A Caretaker Of A Museum -- A Huge, Empty Museum Where No One Ever Comes, And I'm Watching Over It For No One But Myself.

The Problem Was, I Think, That The Places I Fit In Were Always Falling Behind The Rimes.

I'm Going To Take You Out Of Here ... I'm Going To Take You Home, To The World Where You Belong, Where Cats With Bent Tails Live, And There Are Little Backyards, And Alarm Clocks Ring In The Morning.

My Biggest Fault Is That The Faults I Was Born With Grow Bigger Each Year.

When I Wake Up, My Pillow’s Cold And Damp With Tears. But Tears For What? I Have No Idea.