I say there're no depressed words just depressed minds.

I stopped smoking. When I stopped smoking, my voice changed... so drastically, I couldn't believe it myself.

If you told the truth, that was all well and good and if you told the un-truth, well, that's still well and good. Folk songs had taught me that.

I'm sick of giving creeps money off my soul.

Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line. Beauty walks a razor's edge...someday I'll make it mine.

Inside the museum infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo, 'This is what salvation must be like after a while.' But Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.

All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.