Obama's Dense As A Doorbell; Not Much

You Never Know How Things Will Work Out. After All The Bad Reasons In The World, Some Good Came Out.

The Real Color Of My Hair Is Mouse. I Always Want To Be Ginger, Which I Was When I Was Born, Or Blond, Because I Live In L.a., And I Want To Look Like I Go Surfing Without Any Physical Effort.

What I Like Or Dislike In Music Is My Internal Affair. I Never Want An Audience Out There To Be Influenced Because John Said. I Don't Want To Have To Endure That Kind Of Nonsense. I Work For The Art Of The Individual.

There Are No Limits To Where Our Brains Can Take Us. We Are, If There Be A God, God's Gracious Creation.

I Wanted To Wear The Most Impenetrable Suit Of Armour Ever Known To Mankind. 'hello, Mr. Rotten...' You Can't Say Anything About Me. You Can't Put Me Down In Any Way Shape Or Form - I'm Rotten To The Core... You Know, What's Left For You? Pleasantries? I Suppose The Worst Insult You Could Sling My Way Is 'oh, He's Really Nice, Him.'