I don’t have music, Christ I wish I had music but all I have is words.

Once you have perceived that life is very cruel, the only response is to live with as much humanity, humour and freedom as you can.

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

Your hair is an act of God.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

But you have friends. You have a lot of friends. What do you offer your friends to make them so supportave. What do you offer your friends to make them so supportave what do you offer. " ...if I could remember any more of my lines I'd add them so basically this is a preface to the whole play. I would like to quote the whole play. Currently my mind is afraid to remember the play.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass.