“What will I be doing in twenty years' time? I'll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?”
“Oh, I was not made for heaven. No, I don't want to go to heaven. Hell is much better. Think of all the interesting people you're going to meet down there!”
“When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.”
“I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics.”
“I'm as gay as a daffodil, my dear!”
“I'm just a musical prostitute, my dear.”