Some's Bastards, Some's Ain't. That's The Score.

God Was Gone; It Was The Silence Of His Departure. It Was A Rainy Night. It Was The Myth Of The Rainy Night. Dean Was Popeyed With Awe. This Madness Would Lead Nowhere. I Didn't Know What Was Happening To Me, And I Suddenly Realized It Was Only The Tea That We Were Smoking; Dean Had Bought Some In New York. It Made Me Think That Everything Was About To Arrive - The Moment When You Know All And Everything Is Decided Forever.

If You Own A Rug You Own Too Much.

Live, Travel, Adventure, Bless, And Don't Be Sorry.

Don't Drink To Get Drunk. Drink To Enjoy Life.

Go Moan For Man. It's The Pathos Of People That Gets Us Down, All The Lovers In This Dream.