Cause somewhere in the Quizling Clinic, there's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes.

There's so many people to see. So many people to check up on and add to your collection.

[Commercial] radio is absolutely the enemy of music. They are my sworn and mortal enemy, and I will have nothing to do with them.

We're all just animals. That's all we are, and everything else is just an elaborate justification of our instincts. That's where music comes from. And romantic poetry. And bad novels.

What do we care, if the world is a joke? We'll give it a big kiss, we'll give it a poke. Death wears a big hat cause he's a big bloke.

In the tiny torn up pieces of his mind he's irresistible too.

Elvis Presley and Puccini shall return.