There's Only Room For One

Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll Get Pie In The Sky When You Die.

That Was One Thing You Found Out When You Were Stoned, Or Wasted, Or Feverish: That The World Was Always Turning And That Only A Healthy Mind Could Block Out The Sickening Whirl Of It.

The Mad Sometimes Drilled Holes In Their Own Heads To Let The Demons Out. To Relieve The Pressure Of Thoughts They Could No Longer Bear. Jude Understood The Impulse. Each Beat Of His Heart Was A Fresh And Staggering Blow Felt In The Nerves Behind His Eyes And In His Temples. Punishing Evidence Of Life.

Horror Was Rooted In Sympathy . . . In Understanding What It Would Be Like To Suffer The Worst.

Don't Ever Have Children, Tyler, Unless You're Ready To Be Afraid Everyday For The Rest Of Your Life.