Quotes by Record Producers

People tell me not to cook, drive, or touch anything for the sake of world peace.

Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting, now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, sl#t!

God gave you them shoes to fit you, so put them on and wear them. Be yourself man, be proud of who you are. Even if it sounds corny, don’t let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful.

Don't be afraid of the darkLook insideGrab your heartLet it shineIf it's dark outsideShine your light

Cops and Robbers in 1965 England was still a kind of Ealing comedy: crimes rarely involved firearms. The denizens of F-wing were losers in a game they had been playing against the cops. In queues for exercise, the constant questions were 'What you in for, mate?', followed by 'What you reckon you'll get?' When Freddie and I responded with 'Suspicion of drug possession' and 'We're innocent, we'll get off' they would burst into laughter, offering: 'Listen, mate, they wouldn't have you in here if they had any intention of letting you off. You're living in dreamland, you are.

Sometimes I'm real cool, but sometimes I could be a real asshole. I think everyone is like that.

A long apprenticeship is the most logical way to success. The only alternative is overnight stardom, but I can't give you a formula for that.

Don't let them say you ain't beautiful. They can all get fu#ked just stay true to you.

Love, when spelled backwards and read phonetically, reads evil

If you could see my thoughts, you could see our faces.

Fate is a fickle bitch. Just when you believe you've secured the goose that lays the golden egg, she back heels you in the bollocks.

Success is not what I've done compared with what others have done. Success is what I've done compared with what God has called me to do.

I have the right to remain violente. Everything I say can and will be used against you.

Easy come, easy go,That's just how you live, oh,Take, take, take it all,But you never give.Should've known you was troubleFrom the first kiss,Had your eyes wide open.Why were they open?Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash,You tossed it in the trash, you did.To give me all your love is all I ever asked, 'causeWhat you don't understand isI'd catch a grenade for yaThrow my hand on a blade for yaI'd jump in front of a train for ya You know I'd do anything for yaOh, oh, I would go through all of this pain,Take a bullet straight through my brain!Yes, I would die for ya, baby,But you won't do the same.

I'm kind of an evangelical atheist.