Why pamper life's complexities when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?
Nothing is important, so people, realising that, should get on with their lives, go mad, take their clothes off, jump in the canal, jump into one of those supermarket trolleys, race around the supermarket and steal Mars bars and kiss kittens.
I don't like myself very much as a person, but I'm proud of what I create.
Life is a very serious business for the simple reason that nobody dies laughing.
I'm just happy being dumpy. Dumpy, fat and middle-aged.
Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.