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.

You're not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why....this is why I like you.

The heart has a heart of its own.

War, I thought, was the most negative aspect of male heterosexuality. If more men were homosexual, there would be no wars, because homosexual men would never kill other men, whereas heterosexual men love killing other men.

I lost myself to music at a very early age, and I remained there.

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.

Anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes