And if I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat

When I go to sleep at night Visions of you here by my side

He had told me so, a thousand times. Had told me the story just that way, in just those words, a thousand times, as it had been told to him. I'd never believed him till now

Traffic lights train you to obedience like animal in cage, especially at night when there are no other cars around

I am a firm believer in the comparative merits of the word ‘fuck.'

I ran down a list of recent crimes, looking for a conviction that might stick. Never did it occur to me that I might be innocent

The technical stuff didn't matter, I was told. You just gotta dig it

I got a girl in Morgan Park, and One up on the heights, and a Sweet little lady in Fond du Lac that I See on Wednesday nights

A crisp exhalation, not unlike that of an athlete entering the fray, stole into his nervous system. He felt... almost clean

I cannot say what color her eyes are; I cannot look at them; they are the sun to me

You just don't think that it'll get bad. But when it does, you don't think there's any other way it can be

Suddenly it dawned on him that they were all looking at him in a funny way, all of them. They were giving him the look you give someone who turns out to be a covert reactionary

Don't come to me looking for warmth, you might not find it

Now you sit on your chair A thousand-yard stare Wondering if you ever could have made it

In a draughty museum Your nakedness shadows our safety We stand around Blankly as walls

Gamines avec chaleur

A wary enthusiasm blooms into an almost messianic sense of what might be possible

All this science I don't understand, it's just my job five days a week

Beware of young girls Too often they crave to cry At a wedding and dance on a grave

I used to dance alone of my own volition I used to wait all night for the rock transmissions