I Am Human, All Too Bloody Human.

I'm A Working Stiff, Baby, Just Like Everybody Else.

Always A Bridesmaid Never A Bride My Foot!

I Can't Stand Light. I Hate Weather. My Idea Of Heaven Is Moving From One Smoke-filled Room To Another.

When Did I Realize I Was God? Well, I Was Praying And I Suddenly Realized I Was Talking To Myself.

And Maddest Of All, To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.