I've Got Over So Much. Mum Wouldn't

It Wasn't So Much Destroying My Dancing, It Was Destroying Me

There's So Much Stuff Said About Me That's Not True, So Now If Something Is Hurtful And Wrong, I Send An E-mail Or Letter Immediately, Saying, This Is Not True.

Art Is Like A Lover Whom You Run Away From But Who Comes Back And Picks You Up.

I Don't Ask For An Apology Because It's Only Tomorrow's Fish-and-chip Paper.

The Wheel That Squeaks Gets The Oil.