When he puts on that dress, he feels like a princess.

Everything is reduced to what's physical in the end, because it's the filth inside people's minds that creates all the evil. What is a body, anyway? I suppose you've got to abuse your body to understand it. If you're not prepared to humiliate yourself in order to give somebody else a moment's pleasure, I don't believe that you've actually lived.

I don't wanna die in a nuclear war, I want to sail away to a distant shore, and make like an apeman.

Tell the people what they want and decide what they need.

There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike, got to be a Superman to survive.

Money's the solution, curing all the ails of the nation. But what about the hearts of man?

In the end you become part of everything you hate, basically.