Even now - in the final hour of my life - I'm falling in love again.
Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.
It was probably nothing, but it felt like the world.
Madonna is closer to organised prostitution than anything else.
Humans are not really very humane.
I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.