My Problem Lies In Reconciling

I Am On The Side Of The Underdog Except When I Am On The Side Of The Rich

You Once Liked The Blissful Mobility, But Then You Wonder, Who's The Real You? And Who's The Chap On The Screen? You Know, I Catch Myself Acting Out My Life Like A Goddamn Script.

I Enter A Whorehouse With The Same Interest As I Do The British Museum Or The Metropolitan - In The Same Spirit Of Curiosity. Here Are The Works Of Man, Here Is An Art Of Man, Here Is The Eternal Pursuit Of Gold And Pleasure. I Couldn't Be More Sincere. This Doesn't Mean That If I Go To La Scala In Milan To Hear Carmen I Want To Get Up On The Stage And Participate. I Do Not. Neither Do I Always Participate In A Fine Representative National Whorehouse - But I Must See It As A Spectacle, An Offering, A Symptom Of A Nation.

I Portray Myself As Wicked, Hoping I Will Not Be Regarded As Wicked. But I May Be Wicked In The Biblical Sense

It Isn't What They Say About You, It's What They Whisper.