Author of quotes: Lydia Lunch

Most of the men have too much. They are too dependent. Too capricious. Too need maternal care. And if not, they immediately fall into despair. They forever remain children - little boys who are not able to kill little girls. Always require love and participation. Unceasing attention.

My intentions are always honest. For me.

Death brings rest and deliverance, because all the things you did wrong, come back again and gonna hurt you. As if the fight never ends. As if peace will never be. Although peace and quiet is alien to me in nature. The nature of the beast.

Like any quack, he had a powerful charisma. Attractive magnetism. It was like he was glowing from inside. His charm was irresistible. His smile reeked of dead. He seemed so happy-unbelievably happy. The hook, which caught everything.

He was very handsome, but all sort of broken. Sober but nasty. A pathological liar, a petty thief, a crook and a sexual predator. And, the maniac irresistible. Should he smile and you'll jump out of panties. She told me that you have to be careful, but for some reason she was sure I would be able to talk some sense into him. And this despite the fact that I am still unsuccessfully trying to knock some sense into yourself.

In their history I will remain a page for all laid a bookmark in my story they are only a footnote in small print.

That night was wonderful and surprising, in the light of day seems pale and dull.

- Will you die for me?
- I would kill for you..

I've always been very vain. And only vanity saved me. Didn't let me go crazy. Not allowed to fall overboard. I go to extremes - of passion, greed, gluttony. But I always knew when to tell yourself enough is enough. When you have to hold back. I always knew where to stop to still not to fall into the wolf pit of self-loathing, destructive addiction and depression.

And I can recognize ALL. Except that I something was wrong. Or something was to blame. I know I was wrong in many ways. But I can never admit that. Never. And I do not remember that ever I FELT guilty. This has NEVER happened before. Although I know I'm to blame. Almost everything.
I have never lost a dispute. And if lost, we will never be in will not admit.

you still believe that if you focus your pain in any one place, it is there to stay, and settle somewhere in - secure, tiny, and not that all-consuming haze that rises to you from the outside, and connects, and starts choking... and choking all life from the first to the last breath. Day after day. Day after day. I know that. I know.

I knew that going in. Knew from the beginning. I was warned. But I know what you're doing. I always know what to do. I just couldn't stop. I never know when to stop. Don't want to stop. Don't want to. And especially if I know what is coming.