Silence The Artist And You Have Silenced

If You Have Fame, You Never Feel That You Have Fame, If You Have The Brains Of A Flea. Because Fame Is Something That's Over Back Of You. It Ain't Ahead.... Not Ahead At All. I Mean, If You've Done It That's Great, But "what Are You Going To Do Now?" Is The Only Thing That Matters.

Not Everyone Is Lucky Enough To Understand How Delicious It Is To Suffer.

The Thing About Life Is That You Must Survive. Life Is Going To Be Difficult, And Dreadful Things Will Happen. What You Do Is Move Along, Get On With It, And Be Tough. Not In The Sense Of Being Mean To Others, But Being Tough With Yourself And Making A Deadly Effort Not To Be Defeated.

Everyone Thought I Was Bold And Fearless And Even Arrogant, But Inside I Was Always Quaking.

How Wonderful Are The Women And Men In The World Who Feed Us. Especially Those Who Feed Us With No Salary. The Mothers—i Thought. The Wives.