Innocence ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know. Innocent little kids rip the wings off flies, because they don’t know any better. That’s innocence

The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

A pamphlet, no matter how good, is never read more than once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over. And I maintain that if a person can put a few common sense facts into a song and dress them up in a cloak of humor, he will succeed in reaching a great number of workers who are too unintelligent or too indifferent to read.

You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better.

I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.

Love requires Context.