Well, I am an extremely beautiful person.
Every day is like Sunday. Every day is silent and grey.
Congratulations to Prince Charles for banning foie gras from all his functions.
Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.
One day I decided to try to have a complete day without tea. I was quite shaken. I was quite disturbed.
The monarchy is foremost a business, and it’s important to them that the British public continue to finance the excessive luxurious lifestyles of the now quite enormous, wasteful and useless ‘royal’ family. I find it very sad.
I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia but also a habit.
I hated the royal wedding.
Most people keep their brains between their legs.
The Brits are ghastly. I never would accept a Brit. It would be like Laurence Olivier being happy getting a TV Times award.
Life is a very serious business for the simple reason that nobody dies laughing.
Robert Smith is a whingebag.
You have to, at least from a distance, look as if you know what you’re doing, and I can manage that.
Life would be so colourful if only I had a drink problem.
Age shouldn’t affect you. It’s just like the size of your shoes – they don’t determine how you live your life! You’re either marvellous or you’re boring, regardless of your age.
A heartless hand on my shoulder A push and it’s over Alabaster crashes down Six months is a long time Tried living in the real world Instead of a shell But before I began I was bored before I even began.
God, come down, if you’re really there – Well, you’re the one who claims to care!
I can chase you, and I can catch you, but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.
I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out – Thank you, drop dead!
I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting.