Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on...

Sometimes, you don't wake up.But if you happento, you know thingswill never bethe same.

But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I'm not liablefor my actions. So screw it, I'll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions

Life is all about change. If it were static, think about how boring it would be. You can't be afraid of it, and you can't worry that you'll mess things up.

By a continuing process of inflation, government can confiscate, secretly and unobserved, an important part of the wealth of their citizens.

No man ever got lost on a straight road.

He's so busy looking inside people to find the good that he misses the knife they're holding in their hand.

The sage never seems to know his own merits, for only by not noticing them can you call others' attention to them.

Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto gives us for the first time the hideous notion that there can be music that stinks to the ear.

The Prince of Calcutta. Two of his special qualities are his intelligence and articulation, both of which have helped him immensely in the world of contemporary cricket.

I mean, I'm in the business of storytelling, not message making.

It's rewarding to know that a song is doing more than just helping someone to have a nice day: it's actually leaving a deposit in their lives.

Death is a release from and an end of all pains.