People say that I could sing the phone book and make it sound good.
For me, sleeping is a waste of time. I'm afraid to sleep. It's a form of death.
I was hungry. I was cold. But I was also free. Free not to get up in the morning, not to go to bed at night, free to get drunk if I liked, to dream... to hope.
I'd like to see one person - just one - who would own up to having been a coward.
I'm sure that I've already been dead.
As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.