You learn who your friends are when the sh-t hits the fan.
There are no uncriminal crimes.
Condemned to violence, arrested by pain. Inside the soul lies a man insane.
The road to nowhere leads to me.
Dogs smoke in France.
They said I would never write this book. Well, f**k ’em – ’cos here it is. All I have to do now is remember something... Bollocks. I can’t remember anything.