Oh, I can’t help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.

I was wasting my time, praying for love.For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

There are more than enoughto fight and oppose;why waste good timefighting the people you like?

Rejection is one thing – but rejection from a fool is cruel.

Life is a pigsty.

You’re not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why….this is why I like you.

You don’t like me, but you love me; either way, you’re wrong.

My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.

The heart has a heart of its own.

There are some bad people on the rise;they’re saving their own skins by ruining people’s lives.

We hate it when our friends become successful.

I still don’t belong to anyone – I am mine.

I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.

The abyss in which I live hasn’t the wit to save itself from savage ignorance, and I now feel assured that I am not in the company of my own species (at least, I hope...

Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme.

There’s a club, if you’d like to goYou could meet somebody who really loves you.’So you go, and you stand on your ownAnd you leave on your ownAnd you go home, and you cryAnd you...

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?

Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH!And look around …can you blame us?!

Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.

With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.

Cats will be cats.

There’s so much destruction all over the world – and all you can do is complain about ME!

Even now – in the final hour of my life -I’m falling in love again.

I’d love to…but only with you.

Rush to danger; wind up nowhere.

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me.No hope, no harm; just another false alarm

You made me feel less alone;you made me feel not quite sodeformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.

I don’t perform. Seals perform.

With the world’s fate resting on your shoulder – you’re gonna need someone on your side.You can’t do it by yourself any longer – you’re gonna need someone on your side.

You say: ‘Oh, please forgive’You say: ‘Oh, live and let live.’But sorry doesn’t help us.Sorry will not save us.Sorry is just a word you find so easy to say (so you say it anyway).Sorry doesn’t...

I don’t mind if you forget me.Having learned my lesson,I never left an impression on anyone.

Diazapam (that’s valium), temazepam, lithium, ECT, HRT – how long must I stay on this stuff? Don’t give me anymore!

Disappointment came to me,and booted me,and bruised and hurt me,but that’s how people grow up.

I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.

Nobody can possibly be so hungry that they need to take a life in order to feel satisfied – they don’t after all, take a human life, so why take the life of an animal?...

I see the world, it makes me puke,But then I look at you and know,that somewhere there’s a someone who can soothe me.

I used to dream, and I used to vow;I wouldn’t dream of it now.

I am hated for loving.I am haunted for wanting.

Why don’t you find out for yourself?Then you’ll see the glass, hidden in the grass.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I’m miserable now.

Burn down the discoHang the blessed D.J.Because the music that they constantly playIt says nothing to me about my life

I understand feminism to be a social savior because it liberates everyone without exclusion, whereas masculinism damns itself by measuring a man’s health by the amount of sexual gratification he receives.

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out – Thank you, drop dead!

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you’re wasting your time.

Some girls are bigger than others.

It begins in the heart…and it hurts when it’s true.It only hurts because it’s true.

Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform…and so you think you can be rude to me.

I need grit and struggle and Los Angeles is terribly nice, but people, once they get there, cease to be real. Constant and repetitive fulfillment is not good for the human spirit. We all need...

I’m tired again, I’ve tried again, and now my heart is full.And I just can’t explain…so I won’t even try to.