Mates are a waste of fucking time. They are always ready to drag you down tae their level of social$$$ sexual and intellectual mediocrity.

Once you start changing a name$$$ you see$$$ there's no reason ever to stop. One always hears one that sounds better.

Here my last love had died.

I had been there before; I knew all about it.

These memories$$$ which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.

O God$$$ make me good$$$ but not yet.

After all$$$ damn it$$$ what does being in love mean if you can't trust a person.

The government of the United States is not$$$ in any sense$$$ founded on the Christian religion.

Don't think about making art$$$ just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it's good or bad$$$ whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding$$$ make even more art.

Resistance is the secret of joy!