You know what, I used to love coming here. But now this just reminds me of everything that I’ve lost.
Life only really has one beginning and one end, and the rest is just a whole lot of middle.
I realize my cultural ascendance only serves to illuminate your own banality. But face it, I’m legend. It’s happened.
Who cares what happens when we get there, when the getting-there has been so much fun?
Now-a-days being anonymous is worse than being poor. Fame is the most important thing in our culture now. And if there is one thing I’ve learned it is that no one is just going to hand it to you.
My body is like a rum chocolate soufflé. If I don’t warm it up right, it doesn’t rise.
I sound like someone put tap shoes on a horse and then shot it.