My conservatory is in the streets. My intelligence is instinct.
Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for.
Drugs are a carnival in hell.
When you reach the top, you should remember to send the elevator back down for the others.
I think you have to pay for love with bitter tears.
I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?