Honey, I Can Smell The Scent Of

For Days On End, I Would Hardly Speak, And When I Did Only The Vilest Sort Of Gibberish Would Spout Forth. I Became Morose And Fat. Unapproachable, Except When Eating - And Then Only By Waiters.

I'm Not Interested In Perfection. The Universe Is Perfect, And There Are Some Works Of Art That We See As Perfect, But Human Beings Aren't Perfect.

Sold My Soul. Bought These Devil Chains.

Twenty-seven People Sang 'wind Beneath My Wings' Before I Got Around To It. A Lot Of People Saw The Movie That I Sang It In, Beaches, And What They Came Away With Was That Song. They Turned To Their Loved Ones And Said, 'you Know, You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings!' The Song Expressed How They Felt In A Way A Simple 'i Love You' Would Not Have.

Through Books And Photographs, I Saw A World That Was Not My Own - And I Realized That There Was Another World.