So many vaginas, stomachs, cocks, snouts, and flies you don't know what to do with them ... shovelsfull! ... but hearts? ... very rare! in the last five hundred million years too many cocks and gastric tubes to count ... but hearts? ... on your fingers!.

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To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose.

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Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.

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Troubles are as endless as pleasures are brief.

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An unfamiliar city is a fine thing. That's the time and place when you can suppose that all the people you meet are nice. It's dream time.

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I have never voted in my life... I have always known and understood that the idiots are in a majority so it's certain they will win.

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I piss on you all from a considerable height.

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There's no tyrant like a brain.

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The more one is hated, I find, the happier one is.

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Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.

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