I Had Low Blood Sugar, A Chemical

Critics Can't Even Make Music By Rubbing Their Back Legs Together.

I Don't Think In Terms Of Results At All. I Think: What Next Insanity Can I Shock The World With?

I Have Been Lucky That Some Critics Joined The Mob In Loving Something I've Done, Or In Appreciating It. I've Been Lucky. But Most Of The Critics Don't Like What The People Like. I Think They Have A Very Strange Job, And They Are Meant To Criticize.

Hope For The Best. Expect The Worst. Life Is A Play. We're Unrehearsed.

Being Short Never Bothered Me For Three Seconds. The Rest Of The Time I Wanted To Commit Suicide.