“I was brought up in a clergyman's household so I am a first-class liar.”

“I may not be a first-rate composer, but I am a first-class second-rate composer.”

“The first time I met you, you told me you grew up here, I’d call you a liar,” Tate informed me.I tipped my head to the side and asked, “Really?”“Really.”“Why?”“High-class,” he replied.“Sorry?”“You looked high-class,” he semi-repeated.“I’m not,” I stated.“No, Ace, you’re not. You’re a different kind of class.”“Farmer class.”“Pure class.”

“I am a woman who slept with my father the Pope.They say I did, at least, and so does he.And who am I to make of the Pope a liar,And who is he to make a liar of me?”

“I am not trying to be preeminent because I am a superior being. I am not trying to be outstanding because I am a first-class success;see yourself the right way! You are Excellent.”

“When I was a little boy, they called me a liar, but now that I am grown up, they call me a writer. ”