“I think that God's got a sick sense of humour, and when I die I expect to find him laughing.”

“I want somebody to shareShare the rest of my lifeShare my innermost thoughtsKnow my intimate detailsSomeone who'll stand by my sideAnd give me supportAnd in returnShe'll get my supportShe will listen to me When I want to speakAbout the world we live inAnd life in generalThough my views may be wrongThey may even be pervertedShe'll hear me outAnd won't easily be convertedTo my way of thinking ”

“But when you think I've had enoughFrom your sea of loveI'll take more than another river-fullYes, and I'll make it all worthwhileI'll make your heart smile”

“moved...lifted higher.moved...my soul's on fire.moved...by a higher love.”

“The wrong eyes on the wrong prize the wrong questions with the wrong replies.”

“I don't want to startAny blasphemous rumoursBut I think that God'sGot a sick sense of humourAnd when I dieI expect to findHim laughing.”

“I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can’t, like, be with him.”