Deep Down, I'm Pretty Superficial.

The Truth Is That The Only Time I'm Happy Is When I'm Doing Absolutely Nothing. I Don't Understand People Who Like To Work And Talk About It Like It Was Some Sort Of Goddamn Duty. Doing Nothing Feel Like Floating On Warm Water To Me. Delightful, Perfect.

Sing Me Not A Song; Let Me Hear Your Recital Of Veneration And Respect; This I Will Listen To Over And Over When I Share Your Need Of Pleasing.

God Knows I've Got So Many Frailties Myself, I Ought To Be Able To Understand And Forgive Them In Others. But I Don't.

I Do Everything For A Reason. Most Of The Time The Reason Is Money.

Maybe, In The Final Analysis, They Saw Me As Something I Wasn't And I Tried To Turn Them Into Something They Could Never Be. I Loved Them All But Maybe I Never Understood Any Of Them. I Don't Think They Understood Me.