I Don't Crave Publicity, You Know.

I Hate To Say This, But I'll Repeat It: After Death, All We Know That You Do Is Stink.

I Don't Crave Publicity, You Know.

When You Have Nothing Left To Burn, You Must Set Yourself On Fire.

Listen, When You Take My Liberty Away, You've Taken Away More-something More Precious Than Life. I Mean, What Good Is A Life Without Liberty? Huh? None.

Let's Hope You Feel Better Now.