What I Like Is Bottomless Flattery.

I Don't Go For This Auto-cannibalism. Very Damaging.

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.

My Dear Sir, It Haunted Me For The Rest Of My Life.

I Woke Up One Morning To Find I Was Famous. I Bought A White Rolls-royce And Drove Down Sunset Boulevard, Wearing Dark Specs And A White Suit, Waving Like The Queen Mum.