I Hated The Royal Wedding.

These Tears I'm Wailing, I Spill Not Without Reason. Remove Them, My Dearest Love. Take Me To The Place I've Been Dreaming Of, Where The Grotesquely Lonely Meet The Grotesquely Lonely And They Whisper, Just Very Softly, Please Be Mine, Dearest Love.

I'd Rather Produce Art Than Become Art.

I'm Dramatically Underexposed. I Demand More Attention!

How Can Anybody Say They Know How I Feel? The Only One Around Here Who Is Me, Is Me.

Satan Rejected My Soul; As Low As He Goes, He Never Quite Goes This Low.