God-forsaken Is Beautiful, Too.

If You Will Die For Me, I Will Die For You And Our Graves Will Be Like Two Lovers Washing Their Clothes Together In A Laundromat If You Will Bring The Soap I Will Bring The Bleach.

I'm In A Constant Process Of Thinking About Things.

There Was Something Dead In My Heart. I Tried To Figure Out What It Was By The Strength Of The Smell. I Knew That It Was Not A Lion Or A Sheep Or A Dog. Using Logical Deduction, I Came To The Conclusion That It Was A Mouse. I Had A Dead Mouse In My Heart.

Language Does Not Leave Fossils, At Least Not Until It Has Become Written.

The Bookstore Was A Parking Lot For Used Graveyards. Thousands Of Graveyards Were Parked In Rows Like Cars. Most Of The Books Were Out Of Print, And No One Wanted To Read Them Any More And The People Who Had Read The Books Had Died Or Forgotten About Them, But Through The Organic Process Of Music The Books Had Become Virgins Again.