As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree, and the locusts sang off in the distance.
Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells, speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well.
You're better than no one and no one is better than you.
I hurt easy, I just don't show it. You can hurt someone and not even know it.
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.
Every man's conscience is vile and depraved / You cannot depend on it to be your guide when it’s you who must keep it satisfied.