I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch

The things you absorb you will ultimately secrete. It's all out there and available for you to enjoy...and be nourished by.

There's no prayer like desire.

I like writing melody without an instrument. It's just so - it's more like the choreography of a bee; you just go.

It seems a stray bullet actually pierced the testicle of a Union soldier and lodged itself in the ovaries of a woman standing approximately 100 ft. away. She's alright, the baby's doing fine...ofcourse the soldier's a little pissed off.

There's a place down the street; Seven Xs. What does that mean? Maybe it's... girls without skin.

You've gotta have somebody to trust, that knows a lot.