My Mouth Has A Tendency To Get

When Every Day Became A Hangover And When You Look At Yourself In The Mirror And Go 'i Don't Like How You're Coming Across To People.' And When Every Day Just Started To Feel The Same. After The 50th Shag, It Doesn't Mean So Much Anymore.

Well, The Real Sex Organ Is Between The Ears, Not Between The Legs

I Was Always A Bit Of A Loose Cannon, Then Again I Was Always The Artistic One: Bit Of A Social Misfit. I Probably Still Am.

When People Hear The Word “beautiful”, They Expect Something To Be Pretty. And For Me That's Not Always Necessarily The Case, Y'know.

I Had A Great Deal Of Arrogance And A Great Deal Of Bravado, But I Think The Bravado Was Brought On By A Huge Insecurity.