All I Ever Wanted Was

Passion, You See, Can Be Destroyed By A Doctor. It Cannot Be Created.

I Was Born In Liverpool In England, And I Lived There For The First Nine Years Of My Life.

Watching Italian Opera, All Those Male Sopranos Screeching, Stupid Fat Couples Rolling Their Eyes About. That's Not Love, It's Just Rubbish.

All I Ever Wanted Was To Sing To God. He Gave Me That Longing And Then Made Me Mute.

Worship Isn't Destructive, Martin. I Know That. I Don't. I Only Know It's The Core Of His Life. What Else Has He Got? He Can Hardly Read. He Knows No Physics Or Engineering To Make To World Real For Him. No Paintings To Show Him How Others Have Enjoyed It. No Music Except Television Jingles. No History Except Tales From A Desperate Mother. No Friends. Not One Kid To Give Him A Joke, Or Make Him Know Himself More Moderately. He's A Modern Citizen For Whom Society Doesn't Exist.