Unhappiness Is Our Element. We

Fame Means Millions Of People Have The Wrong Idea Of Who You Are.

Poetry Is Fired By Love.

I Mostly Hate Organized Religion, Which I Think Is A Force For The Oppression Of Women And Creates Warfare.

Everyone's A Little Crazy When You Get Inside Their Head... It's Only A Matter Of Degree.

The Stones Themselves Are Thick With History, And Those Cats That Dash Through The Alleyways Must Surely Be The Ghosts Of The Famous Dead In Feline Disguise.