Women Always Have Some Mental Reservation.

Well, You Know... Experience Is A Muffled Lantern That Throws Light Only On The Bearer...it's Incommunicable.

Not Much Music Left Inside Us For Life To Dance To. Our Youth Has Gone To The Ends Of The Earth To Die In The Silence Of The Truth. And Where, I Ask You, Can A Man Escape To, When He Hasn't Enough Madness Left Inside Him? The Truth Is An Endless Death Agony. The Truth Is Death. You Have To Choose: Death Or Lies. I've Never Been Able To Kill Myself.

There's A Point Of Poverty At Which The Spirit Isn't With The Body All The Time. It Finds The Body Really Too Unbearable. So It's Almost As If You Were Talking To The Soul Itself. And A Soul's Not Properly Responsible.

If It Is Your Duty To Croak Like The Toad, Then Go Ahead! And With All Your Might! Make Them Hear You!

The Biggest Defeat In Every Department Of Life Is To Forget, Especially The Things That Have Done You In, And To Die Without Realizing How Far People Can Go In The Way Of Crumminess. When The Grave Lies Open Before Us, Let's Not Try To Be Witty, But Record The Worst Of Human Viciousness We've Seen Without Changing One Word. When That's Done, We Can Curl Up Our Toes And Sink Into The Pit. That's Work Enough For A Lifetime.