all you need to know about life is retained in those four walls. you will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur: the gold packet of king-size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards glamour and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends - and that, Pete, is a lie. your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion: written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these neat little soldiers of death are in fact trying to kill you - and that, Pete, is the truth. oh..beauty is a beguiling call to death and I'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren. that that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet.
-my alter ego johhny quid, rocknrolla, 2008