Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

Want a sugar cube?

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you or be you.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

Are you, are you coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here.
No stranger would let it be if we met up
At midnight in the hanging tree.