He referred to me as an 'insufferable puffed-up prat'. This is a bit rich coming from a man who actually married his own mother.
I can smell burning flesh... and I hope to God it's human.
Artists aren't really people. And I'm actually 40 per cent papier mache.
I lost myself to music at a very early age, and I remained there.
Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.
All of us, ultimately, we're not that interesting, when it comes down to it.