Take a look around, there are misfits everywhere.
Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.
The Christians to the lions sold out every night.
Life had become a reproduction: it was not the real thing.
Life means nothing to you, at least that's what they say. But it doesn't mean that you have the right to take life away.
I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.