Love is:
A battlefield
A drug
A stranger
A cannibal
A river
A razor
A hunger
A flower
A marathon
A sweet thing
A blind ambition
A four letter word
Because you got high? 
Stalking someone is OK if you really love them.
If you dig some girl who’s an addled heroin junkey, you should humor her and let her walk all over you, because it shows you really love her.
See that guy there? He knows all the lyrics to all the songs, and he buys our albums and sees our concerts and supports us in all we do, but he really doesn’t understand what we’re trying to say, because he’s not a manipulative heroin junkey.
(You know, I should probably get off this grunge kick.)
Oh yeah, and apparently I’m no good, I’m no good, I’m no good, baby, I’m no good.
If you’re looking for one hell of a band, hie thee to Rock N Roll Heaven.
I don’t know about this guy I just met. On the one hand, he says I can dance if I want to, but he’s also encouraging me to leave my friends behind, since my friends don’t dance, and if they don’t dance, well, they’re no friends of his.
I learned that sexy, sophisticated self-assured women (or guys in drag) are like mixtures of high explosives and laser beams.
That sounds a like this girl I know, who says that if I want to get with her, I also have to get with her friends.
Of course, I’m fine with that, but I’m still waiting for my orgy… 
I’d heard that “grease” was the word.
Also, Brandy is a fine girl.
Just show up. Wear whatever you happen to have on at the moment.
There is no satisfaction to be had, no matter what kind of effort you put into it.
That dormouse gives good advice about the nourishment of your cranium.
For a good time, I need but call 867-5309.
If one is putting their hands in the air, there is a high probability that they just don’t care.
If you consistently know all the pertinent information about a case, it’s inevitable that you will be entirely remunerated by the government.
It used to be that I could control myself and that I could love you. But that was once upon a time.
All the party people in the house feel a strange compulsion to say “Ho!”
Also, it would seem that the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
Not only is Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth a poor conversationalist, she is not a member of the species Homo sapiens.
If you love someone with enough effort, you will add an extra day to the week, making a total of eight days.
If you happen to be ok with OPC, then you will be familiar with me.
Temporary housing for those with romantic difficulties can be located at the terminus of Lonely Street.
Strange things happen when you’re not around. Our love has some sort of telekinetic power.
It’s absolute murder on the dance floor. Seriously.