There is a big black hat and it makes you invisible. Have you heard of that hat? You put it on and then no one can see you.

You don't get nothing for nothing in this life.

The black, cold, icy water. Down and down, without end - if it would only end.

I've had the most extraordinary longing to say 'Bloody Hell'!

I found a book on how to be invisible You take a pinch of keyhole, And fold yourself up, You cut along the dotted lines. You think inside out. You're invisible.

Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.

I am now satisfied that the future music of this country must be founded upon what are called negro melodies. This must be the real foundation of any serious a…