Violence is a calm that disturbs you.
To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.
Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!
I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
I'm homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It's a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?