There is something about yourself that you dont know.
Something that you will deny even exists, until its too late to do
anything about it. Its the only reason you get up in the morning.
The only reason you suffer the shitty puss, the blood, the sweat
and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good,
attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear
or revere me, but please, think Im special. We share an addiction.
Were approval junkies. Were all in it for the slap on the back
and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin rah. Look at the clever
boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy
diamond, because were just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for
the approval of others.
Revolver (2005)