A woman's shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she's alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man's land in that battle between the mind and the body.
John Milton
Freedom baby is never having to say you are sorry.
John Milton
Guilt is just a bag of fuckin' bricks. All ya gotta do is set it down.
John Milton
I only set the stage. You pull your own strings.
John Milton
Self love, the all natural opiate.
John Milton
The worst vice is advice.
John Milton
Vanity, definitely my favorite sin.
John Milton
Who in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny that the twentieth century was mine, all of it Kevin, all of it mine?
John Milton
Are we negotiating?
Kevin Lomax
Is this a test?
Kevin Lomax
What about love?
Kevin Lomax
Who are you?
Kevin Lomax