Joan Of Arc Had Style.

But She Projected Vitality - You Knew That She Was There.

I Carry Death In My Left Pocket. Sometimes I Take It Out And Talk To It: "hello, Baby, How You Doing? When You Coming For Me? I'll Be Ready.

If You Can Hit A Guy Once, You Can Hit Him Twice.

Drink From The Well Of Yourself And Begin Again.

There's No Chance At All: We Are All Trapped By A Singular Fate.