It's not what you are, it's what you don't become that hurts.

I don't drink. I don't like it. It makes me feel good.

I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.

Every time I look at you I get a fierce desire to be lonesome.

My psychiatrist once said to me, 'Maybe life isn't for everyone'.

When I was young I looked like Al Capone, but I lacked his compassion.