It Is Time For Me To Chuck

I Have No Intention Of Uttering My Last Words On The Stage. Room Service And A Couple Of Depraved Young Women Will Do Me Quite Nicely For An Exit.

I Have No Memories I'm Prepared To Share With You.

If Man Ever Comes To Perfect Equilibrium With The Environment, We'll All Be Redundant, Perhaps Because You Won't Need Art Or Letters.

If You Cannot Say What You Mean, Your Majesty, You Will Never Mean What You Say And A Gentleman Should Always Mean What He Says.

Many Years Ago I Sent An Old, Beloved Jacket To A Cleaner, The Sycamore Cleaners. It Was A Leather Jacket Covered In Guinness And Blood And Marmalade, One Of Those Jobs... And It Came Back With A Little Note Pinned To It, And On The Note It Said, 'it Distresses Us To Return Work Which Is Not Perfect.' So That Will Do For Me. That Can Go On My Tombstone.