I Don't Like People Cleaning My Room.

I Defy Anyone To Produce Any Evidence That The Word 'happy' Has Ever Crossed My Lips. I Am Not Now, Nor Have I Ever Been, 'happy.'

Anything That's For Free, People Will Take. They Don't Discriminate.

All Of A Sudden I Discovered That I'm Allergic To Caviar. It Was The Perfect Metaphor For My Life. When I Was Only Able To Afford Bad Caviar, I Could Certainly Eat My Fill Of It.

When I Was Living In New York And Didn't Have A Penny To My Name, I Would Walk Around The Streets And Occasionally I Would See An Alcove Or Something. And I'd Think, That'll Be Good, That'll Be A Good Spot For Me When I'm Homeless.

Sometimes You Have To Rely On Sex And Bodily Functions.