The battles, the fights, the bruises, the bites. That's the way true love grows.

Put all the pervs in jail, bring back the birch and cat-o-nine tails.

Standing in the middle of nowhere, wondering how to begin. Lost between tomorrow and yesterday, between now and then.

When I discovered Mose Allison I felt I had discovered the missing link between jazz and blues

I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.

Better close your window tight or I might come in for a bite, I'm a sleep walker.

True love is really animal.