Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over.
I can only please one person per day. Today isn't your day...and tomorrow don't look good either.
People that don't know me think I'm shy.
People that do know me wish I were.
People have the right to be stupid. Some people abuse that privilege.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”