I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.

Standing in the middle of nowhere, wondering how to begin. Lost between tomorrow and yesterday, between now and then.

I like surfers. Their imagery, it's great.

When he feels the world is closing in, he turns his stereo way up high. He just spends his life, living in a rock and roll fantasy.

True love is really animal.

He thinks he is a flower to be looked at And when he pulls his frilly nylon pants right up tight He feels a dedicated follower of fashion. When a waiter at Buckingham Palace spilled soup on her dress: Never darken my Dior again!

Rudolf Valentino looks very much alive and he looks up ladies dresses as they sadly pass him by.