Always Stay In Your Own Movie.

You’re Just A Young Kid. What Are You Doin’ Here? You Oughta Be Out In A Convertible, Why… Bird-doggin’ Chicks And Bangin’ Beaver. What Are Ya Doin’ Here, For Christ’s Sake? What’s Funny About That? Jesus, I Mean, You Guys Do Nothin’ But Complain About How You Can’t Stand It In This Place Here And Then You Haven’t Got The Guts Just To Walk Out!

The Man Who Seeks Revenge Digs Two Graves.

I Sometimes Have These Spells Of Compulsive Truth. But As Lady Macbeth Would Say, "the Fit Is Momentary."

The Reverberation Often Exceeds Through Silence The Sound That Sets It Off; The Reaction Occasionally Outdoes By Way Of Repose The Event That Stimulated It; And The Past Not Uncommonly Takes A While To Happen, And Some Long Time To Figure Out.

That Ain't Me, That Ain't My Face. It Wasn't Even Me When I Was Trying To Be That Face. I Wasn't Even Really Me Them; I Was Just Being The Way I Looked, The Way People Wanted.