How Can You Be True

I Have Gotten So Used To Melancholia That I Greet It Like An Old Friend.

Well, Death Says, As He Walks By, I'm Going To Get You Anyhow No Matter What You've Been: Writer, Cab-driver, Pimp, Butcher, Sky-diver, I'm Going To Get You

The Problem With The World Is That The Intelligent People Are Full Of Doubts, While The Stupid Ones Are Full Of Confidence.

I Can Almost Understand Why People Leap From Bridges.

I Heard An Airplane Passing Overhead. I Wished I Was On It.