There's No One, No One, Loves You

To Get Enough To Eat Was Regarded As An Achievement. To Get Drunk Was A Victory.

Message? What The Hell Do You Think I Am, A Bloody Postman?

I Wish I'd Been A Mixed Infant.

I Never Felt So Much At Home As I Do In New York. I Must Be A Devil.

There Is No Such Thing As Bad Publicity Except Your Own Obituary.