Good God. I Don’t Believe St. Vincent

I've Never Known Anyone More Ill Equipped For Happiness. He Wouldn't Know What To Do With It.

I’ve Never Heard That The Sexual Act Requires Any Particular Intelligence. From What I’ve Observed, Many Stupid People Are Easily Able To Produce Children.

I've Never Wanted To Be Loved. And God Knows No One's Done It Yet.

I Thought I Would Spend The Rest Of My Life Searching For Little Reminders Of You.

I Felt The Kind Of Loneliness That Can Happen In A Roomful Of People When Everyone But You Seems To Be In On The Good Time.