Betrayal Is Beautiful.

Would Hamlet Have Felt The Delicious Fascination Of Suicide If He Hadn't Had An Audience, And Lines To Speak?

Violence Is A Calm That Disturbs You.

Poetry Is The Break (or Rather The Meeting At The Breaking Point) Between The Visible And The Invisible.

The Time For Reasoning Is Past; Now's The Time To Get Steamed Up And Fight Like Mad.

First Of All, Don't Mix Your Hairpins Up With Mine! You .... Oh! All Right, Mix Your Muck With Mine. Mix It! Mix Your Rags With My Tatters! Mix It All Up.