I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia but also a habit.
He [Elton John] is pushing his face in all the time and telling us about his private life. Nobody's interested. He should just go away.
Music is like a drug, but there are no rehabilitation centres.
With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.
This position I've held ... it pays may way and it corrodes my soul.
These tears I'm wailing, I spill not without reason. Remove them, my dearest love. Take me to the place I've been dreaming of, where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonely and they whisper, just very softly, Please be mine, Dearest Love.