Pools Of Sorrow. Waves Of Joy.

Love Means Having To Say You're Sorry Every Fifteen Minutes.

I'm Not Saying We're Better Or Greater, Or Comparing Us With Jesus Christ As A Person, Or God As A Thing, Or Whatever It Is. I Just Said What I Said, And It Was Wrong, Or It Was Taken Wrong. And Now It's All This.

God Is A Concept By Which We Measure Our Pain.

Part Of Me Suspects That I'm A Loser, And The Other Part Of Me Thinks I'm God Almighty.

He Laid It On George, Me And Our Wives Without Telling Us At A Dinner Party At His House. He Was A Friend Of George's, And Our Dentist At The Time. He Just Put It In Our Coffee Or Something. He Didn't Know What It Was, It Was Just, 'it's All The Thing,' With The Middle-class London Swingers. They Had All Heard About It And Didn't Know It Was Different From Pot Or Pills. And They Gave It To Us, And He Was Saying, 'i Advise You Not To Leave,' And We Thought He Was Trying To Keep Us For An Orgy In His House And We Didn't Want To Know.