She’s Mad, But She’s Magic.

Morning Night And Noon The Traffic Moves Through And The Murder And Treachery Of Friends And Lovers And All The People Move Through You. Pain Is The Joy Of Knowing The Unkindest Truth That Arrives Without Warning. Life Is Being Alone Death Is Being Alone. Even The Fools Weep Morning Night And Noon.

The Best Often Die By Their Own Hand Just To Get Away, And Those Left Behind Can Never Quite Understand Why Anybody Would Ever Want To Get Away From Them

Almost Everybody Is Born A Genius And Buried An Idiot.

It’s Hard To Drink When You Dance. And It’s Hard To Dance When You Drink.

The Less I Needed, The Better I Felt.