I Will Not Be A Common Man.

It's Very Inconvenient Because Every Time I Finish, Let's Say, A Chapter Of A Book, I Think I'm Going To Ring Richard And Then Realize: Oh, Christ, I've Buried Him. I Buried Him Last Year.

I'm A Working Stiff, Baby, Just Like Everybody Else.

If You Can't Do Something Willingly And Joyfully, Then Don't Do It. If You Give Up Drinking, Don't Go Moaning About It; Go Back On The Bottle. Do. As. Thou. Wilt.

There May Be Honor Among Thieves, But There's None In Politicians.

Many Years Ago I Sent An Old, Beloved Jacket To A Cleaner, The Sycamore Cleaners. It Was A Leather Jacket Covered In Guinness And Blood And Marmalade, One Of Those Jobs... And It Came Back With A Little Note Pinned To It, And On The Note It Said, 'it Distresses Us To Return Work Which Is Not Perfect.' So That Will Do For Me. That Can Go On My Tombstone.