It's The Refuge For The Mentally Deficient.

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me. No Hope, No Harm; Just Another False Alarm.

Singers Attract Fans With Aspects Of Their Own Personality. People Feel I'm Passionate And Obsessive. They Know This Isn't A Profession For Me, It's A Vocation. It's Not An Egotistical Thing, But Something Else. I'm In A Dialogue With My Audience, And That's Something I Need

I Used To Dream, And I Used To Vow; I Wouldn't Dream Of It Now.

This World, I Am Afraid, Is Designed For Crashing Bores.

The Brits Are Ghastly. I Never Would Accept A Brit. It Would Be Like Laurence Olivier Being Happy Getting A Tv Times Award.