And if you ever need self-validation, Just meet me in the alley by the railway station

Not everybody is absolutely stupid. Why on earth would I be racist, what would I be trying to achieve?

Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes, he never quite goes this low.

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt.

The Brits are ghastly. I never would accept a Brit. It would be like Laurence Olivier being happy getting a TV Times award.

Whether it be Beyonce or Justin Bieber, we see singers who have absolutely nothing to offer anyone as they walk off stage clutching three Grammys in each hand.

You made me feel less alone; you made me feel not quite so deformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.