For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

I've been sitting down studying the Art of Love. I think it will fit me like a glove.

What kind of alchemy could create a perfume that would make a reaction to a person lukewarm, indifferent and apathetic?If such a scent could be made I'd like some.

There doesn't seem to be any tomorrow. Every time I wake up, no matter in what position, it's always been today.

the only thing i knew how to do was to keep on keeping on

Even I don't know what I'm saying most of the time.

The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody's always sinking.