It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
— Morrissey, Autobiography (p. 141)
I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.
Give a man a mask, and he will show you his true face.
Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.
What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.
I like my coffee how I like myself: Dark, bitter, and too hot for you.
No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.