I Think That We're All Mentally Ill.

Sometimes When You're Young, You Have Moments Of Such Happiness, You Think You're Living On Someplace Magical, Like Atlantis Must Have Been. Then We Grow Up And Our Hearts Break Into Two.

Friends Don’t Spy; True Friendship Is About Privacy, Too.

The Poets Continually And Sometimes Wilfully Mistake Love. Love Is The Old Slaughterer.

There Are Lots Of Would-be Censors Out There, And Although They May Have Different Agendas, They All Want Basically The Same Thing: For You To See The World They See...or To At Least Shut Up About What You Do See That's Different. They Are Agents Of The Status Quo. Not Necessarily Bad Guys, But Dangerous Guys If You Happen To Believe In Intellectual Freedom.

Dead Was The Gift That Kept On Giving. Dead, Like Diamonds, Was Forever.