We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.

Resident mockery, give us an hour for magic.

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

I think, in these days, especially in the States, you have to be a politician or an assassin or something, to really be a superstar.

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.