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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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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A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn't got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.

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Troubles are as endless as pleasures are brief.

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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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I piss on you all from a considerable height.

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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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The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

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The rich don't have to kill to eat. They employ people, as they call it. The rich don't do evil themselves. They pay. People do all they can to please them, and everybody's happy.

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