The night is a melancholy blanket that wraps you up in an amorous grasp while she feeds the depths of confusion and chaos.

Quasimodo had it harder than you, but you're sorrier for yourself...

Can't brain; Got the dumb.

Nothing is more pathetic than the bore who claims attention and gets it.

Better to write for yourself and have no people, than to write for the people and have no self-

My thoughts are not tempted by the boundaries you erect.

I <3 you like America eats.

Never take a persons dignity. It is worth everything to them and nothing to you.

The air is full of constant melody and I am fortunate enough to contribute to the composition...

Don't label me, for you cannot label what you cannot touch.