all right buddah gets a backstage pass but all his friends have to pay
I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine.
I was a Catholic boy, redeemed through pain, not through joy.
I love this mansion, though it is too many windows ...to open halfway each morning ...to close halfway each night.
Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.
Whiteness is the color of death, you know, not black. Wetness is life, the breeder and shaper of life. In the beginning the sun was black. So all light was absorbed before it had a chance to return. And our dreams, then, were empty.