I'm hooked my friend to the boy who makes slaves out of men, and oh believe me, flying high in a friendly sky.
War is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate
And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong
Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more, but each hurt makes my love stronger than before.
Love your mother, she bore you. Love your father, he works for you.
The more I lived with Jan, the more I loved her, the more I made her miserable. It was a vicious cycle (page 209)……The more I loved her the more I hated her. And the more she loved me, the more I harmed myself (page 269).