Well, obviously religion must come from inside.
Evil man make me kill you.
Click bang, what a hang, your daddy just shot poor me.
I want to thank you my sweet darling for digging in the mud and picking me up.
The way I write things, I just write them with a clash between reality and fantasy mostly. You have to use fantasy to show different sides of reality; it's how it can bend.
I love Dylan. I only met him once, about three years ago, back at the Kettle of Fish on MacDougal Street. That was before I went to England. I think both of us were pretty drunk at the time, so he probably doesn’t remember it.