When the world becomes a massive mess with nobody at the helm, it's time for artists to make their mark.

I know my generation - a lot of them, they're getting old now, and they want to think back fondly, they want to kid themselves. A lot of them think, 'Yeah, we were the best.' That's the kiss of death. That's non-growth. And also that's very bad for the world.

Innocence is drowned in anarchy. The best lack conviction given time to think, and the worst are full of passion without mercy.

Everybody's saying hell's the hippest way to go. Well, I don't think so, but I'm gonna take a look around it though.

I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said "Go to him, stay with him if you can But be prepared to bleed

I am a woman of heart and mind, looking for affection and respect, a little passion.

A little lawyer on the tube, he said, its so easy now, anyone can sue.