We didn't wish -- wishes are wasted... We didn't hope -- because our future was inevitable... And we didn't pray -- we were on our own.

And what do we have here? A scary monster, cowboy, and a fairy princess! Here's a hit of ecstasy, run along now.

It's all about self-expression; you know, if you feel like a troll then you should look like a troll. It doesn't matter what you look like. I mean, if you have a hunchback just throw a little glitter on it, honey, and go dancing!

If letters had eyebrows, these would be arched.

I don’t know how you look at the inside of your head — what metaphor you choose — but for those of us with endless yawning stretches of interior and nothing but nothing to stop us from getting lost in it, drugs can be wonderfully helpful.

So let's start at the very begining (a very good place to start...)

It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse.