For the first time in my life the eternal 'I' becomes 'we', as, finally, I can get on with someone.

You made me feel less alone; you made me feel not quite so deformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead!

All human activity is fruitless when pitted against the girls and boys singing on pop television, for they have found the answer as the rest of us search for the question. I will sing, too. If not, I will have to die.

Long hair is an unpardonable offense which should be punishable by death.

Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself; and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.

Hold on to your friends. Resist - or move on Be mad, be rash Smoke and explode Sell all of your clothes Just bear in mind: There just might come a time When you need some friends