Sweet like sugar

"Sid would shuffle in, wearing a long red teddy-boy jacket over skintight jeans and bare chest or the red T-shirt bearing a black swastika, his great height exaggerated by long, impossibly skinny legs and skeletal torso. The jet black, spiky brush of hair framed a face paler than porcelain, which highlighted delicate eyebrows over suspicious eyes and features shifting as constantly as light, twitching into a snarl at the suggestion of imagined danger. When secure or asleep, it was a vulnerable, beautiful face. Sober, he was witty and sweet; otherwise he was a violent psychopathic danger or just a zombie."

"His kind of music is deplorable, a rancid smelling aphrodisiac. It fosters almost totally negative and destructive reactions in young people."

"To have survived, she would have had to be either more cynical or even further from reality than she was. Instead, she was a poet on a street corner trying to recite to a crowd pulling at her clothes."

"I'm probably not going to get married unless I live with somebody for 10 or 20 years. But these people (Romeo and Juliet) took a chance and they did it. We don't have the balls that Romeo did."

"I was definitely living fast. I was working, traveling a lot, playing. I didn't stop. It all became unbalanced."

"I like to behave in an extremely normal, wholesome manner for the most part in my daily life. Even if mentally I'm consumed with sick visions of violence, terror, sex and death. "

"A heart of gold came on the stereo"