For me, sleeping is a waste of time. I'm afraid to sleep. It's a form of death.

Death is the beginning of something.

People say that I could sing the phone book and make it sound good.

As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.

I don't lie; I improve on my life.

I was hungry. I was cold. But I was also free. Free not to get up in the morning, not to go to bed at night, free to get drunk if I liked, to dream... to hope.

When you reach the top, you should remember to send the elevator back down for the others.