I don't like hearing Beatles songs in commercials. It almost renders them useless. I think, 'Oh God, another one bites the dust.'

We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. We are monkeys with money and guns.

Now it's closing time/the music's fading out.

My friends think I'm ugly, I gotta masculine face.

Jesus Christ, this godamn rain, will someone put me on a train.

You've gotta have somebody to trust, that knows a lot.

There's a place on my arm where I've written her name next to mine.