Please don't ask me what the score is. I'm not even sure what the game is.

Sometimes I need what only you can provide: your absence.

I'm not yet desperate enough to do anything about the conditions that are making me desperate.

The true artists is one who insists on producing a supply, whether or not there's any demand.

I can no longer face life, so I've decided to go through the rest of it backwards.

Thanks to my computer, I have now achieved a much higher state of disorganization.

If you value your safety, avoid holy places founded in the name of peace and brotherhood.