“Gays, lesbians, straights, feminists, fascist pigs, communists, Hare Krishnas - none of them bother me. I don't care what banner they raise. But what I can't stand are hollow people. When I'm with them I just can't bare it, and wind up saying things I shouldn't.”

“The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can't. I don't know what to say. I'm lost in all this sadness, and so are they.”

“When it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I'm already better than them.”

“I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.”

“But he does insist on a conversation. Goddamn it! Why can't people just do what I want them to do and be gone? It's a worldwide conspiracy to make me be polite when I don't want to be.”

“I don't know what day it is, I had to check the paperI don't know the city but it isn't homeYou say I'm lucky to love something that loves meBut I don't as I could be wherever I roamAll this time we were waiting for each otherAll this time I was waiting for youGot all these words, can't waste them on anotherSo I'm straight in a straight line running back to youAll this time we were waiting for each otherAll this time I was waiting for youGot all this love, can't waste it on anotherSo I'm straight in a straight line running back to youStraight in a straight line running back to you”