You Must Have Been Going Very Fast."

You're My Closest Friend And You're Thousands Of Miles Away.

I Love Writing Different Things.

Statues Lined The Stairs And Stood, Dotted Across The Roof. But They Had Been Brutalized By Time And The Weather. Some Were Missing Arms. Many Had No Faces. Once They Had Been Saints And Angels. Two Hundred Years Standing In London Had Turned Them Into Cripples.

Oh-do Be Careful With That! That's My Buddha Hand Grenade. Twist The Head Twice And Throw It And Anyone Within Ten Yards Can Say Their Prayers.

Inside Every Fat Man, There's A Thin Man Trying To Get Out.