The aristocrats and bureaucrats are dirty rats.

What are we living for? Two roomed apartment on the second floor?

Live life, see it through. Carry on, it's all you can do.

Blow your brains out and do it right, make sure it's on prime time and on Saturday night.

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

What I try to do probably doesn't come out. What I've worked out what I do - I might not be right - is to do something very personal, and then suddenly I look at it, up in the air. I blow it up and look at it and then I come down again - a better man.

If you weren't naggin', honey, you'd be so sweet.