But words - words are not enough!
Why have I had this life? If I knew, I wouldn't have done it
I sell myself for the highest price. Exactly like a prostitute. There is no difference.
I actually get venereal disease more often than most people catch colds.
You leap over the wall of one ghetto and find yourself in another ghetto.
I didn't want to be alone, but I had to learn that the dimensions of my feelings are too violent. I had to learn this.