“Don't give me truth, just give me gossipAnd skeletons from people's closets,I wanna be normalAnd millions buy it,I am blinded by The SUN.”
“But I'm not afraid of the skeletons in Julie's closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes.”
“You don't want me here, I don't wanna be here, so why am I here?”
“I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that's sinful, then let me be damned for it!”
“Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard."[Give me the splendid silent sun]”
“don't give me what I ask for, give me what I need...”