I Don't Want To Be Loved. I

For Mum, Life Was Fundamentally Hell. You Went Blind, You Got Raped, People Forgot Your Birthday, Nixon Got Elected, Your Husband Fled With A Blonde From Beckenham, And Then You Got Old, You Couldn't Walk And You Died.

Fundamentalism Is Dictatorship Of The Mind

You Can't Spend Your Life Beating Yourself Up For Something That Happened Yesterday. You Die If You Don't Follow Your Desire.

Soon We Will Be Strangers. No, We Can Never Be That. Hurting Someone Is An Act Of Reluctant Intimacy. We Will Be Dangerous Acquaintances With A History.

Security And Safety Were The Reward Of Dullness.