One puts oneself through such psychological damage in trying to avoid the threat of insanity. You start to approach the very thing you’re afraid of. . . .
— David Bowie
David derived comfort from leaving off his clothes, sometimes sitting cross-legged on the floor encircled by blaring hi-fi speakers, sometimes loping around the flat naked, his long, weighty penis swaying from side to side like the pendulum of a grandfather clock.
— Ken Pitt
He was a right stud. A stallion. He could poke a hole in the wall.
— Angela Barnett
And these children that you spit on/As they try to change their worlds/Are immune to your consultations/They’re quite aware what they’re going through.
You’re not alone. . . . No matter what or who you’ve been/No matter when or where you’ve seen/All the knives seem to lacerate your brain/I’ve had my share, I’ll help you with the pain/You’re not alone.
— “Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide”