I'd Rather Produce Art Than Become Art.

I Called To Wish You An Unhappy Birthday Because You're Evil And You Lie And If You Should Die I May Feel Slightly Sad, But I Won't Cry.

[sigmund Freud] Just Made People Feel So Neurotic About Their Lives. I Mean, If You Dreamt About A Lampshade, It Meant You Wanted To Be Whipped By The Local Vicar Or Something.

With No Reason To Hide These Words I Feel, And No Reason To Talk About The Books I Read, But Still, I Do.

The Fire In The Belly Is Essential, Otherwise You Become Michael Buble - Famous And Meaningless.

I'd Rather Produce Art Than Become Art.