Don't talk to me about people who are 'nice' cause I have spent my whole life in ruins because of people who are 'nice'.
I see myself rather like an old discarded dishrag.
Artists aren't really people. And I'm actually 40 per cent papier mache.
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.
You don't like me, but you love me; either way, you're wrong.
I'd love to...but only with you.