Pools Of Sorrow Waves Of

The Only Reason I Went For That Goal Is That I Wanted To Say: 'now, Mummy-daddy, Will You Love Me?'

I'm A Freakin' Artist, Man, Not A (expletive) Race Horse.

When I Hold You In My Arms And I Feel My Finger On Your Trigger I Know No One Can Do Me No Harm Because Happiness Is A Warm Gun.

The Whole Beatle Thing Was Just Beyond Comprehension. When 'help' Came Out, I Was Actually Crying Out For Help. Most People Think It's Just A Fast Rock 'n Roll Song. I Didn't Realize It At The Time; I Just Wrote The Song Because I Was Commissioned To Write It For The Movie. But Later, I Knew I Really Was Crying Out For Help.

Either I'm A Genius Or I'm Mad, Which Is It? "no," I Said, "i Can't Be Mad Because Nobody's Put Me Away; Therefore I'm A Genius." Genius Is A Form Of Madness And We're All That Way. But I Used To Be Coy About It, Like Me Guitar Playing. But If There's Such A Thing As Genius - I Am One. And If There Isn't, I Don't Care.