Give me your hands, because you’re wonderful/Oh, give me your hands

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.

— “Changes”

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”

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