You're Hell's Angels, then? What chapter are you from?' 'REVELATIONS. CHAPTER SIX. - Neil Gaiman

I'm not sure it's entirely a good thing... I've always loved the gutter.

Whatever happened to me in my life, happened to me as a writer of plays. I'd fall in love, or fall in lust. And at the height of my passion, I would think, "So this is how it feels," and I would tie it up in pretty words. I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled. For I knew I could take my broken heart and place it on the stage of The Globe, and make the pit cry tears of their own.

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.