They Wouldn't Let Us Into

Modern Paintings Are Like Women, You'll Never Enjoy Them If You Try To Understand Them.

When I'm Dead Are They Going To Remember Me ? I Don't Really Think About It, It's Up To Them. When I'm Dead, Who Cares ? I Don't.

It Destroys The Soul To Hear That You're All Hype, That You Have No Talent, And That Your Whole Career Has Been Contrived.

I Want It All And I Want It Now.

You Either Have The Magic Or You Don't. There's No Way You Can Work Up To It.