I don't like seeing her this delicate.

The memory fades, and I’m left hanging on to the ghosts of his words.

If you want to rebel, rebel from inside the system.That's much more powerful than rebelling outside the system.

Each day means a new twenty-four hours. Each day means everything's possible again. You live in the moment, you die in the moment, you take it all one day at a time. -Day

Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.

It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.

Clouds suit my mood just fine.

Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.

Sometimes, the sun sets earlier. Days don’t last forever, you know. But I’ll fight as hard as I can. I can promise you that.

All it takes is one generation to brainwash a population and convince them that reality doesn't exist

My mother used to hope that I would rise up from my humble roots. Become someone sucessful, or even famous. I'm famous all right, but I don't think it's what she had in mind.

We need money. We need hits. Hits bring money, money bring power, power bring fame, fame change the game.

It's so much worse to live in regret in your forties than it is to take a chance in your late twenties.

And you know, the baby boomers are getting older, and those off the rack clothes are just not fitting right any longer, and so, tailor-made suits are coming back into fashion.

My inspiration can come from anything - films, the street, paparazzi pictures.

If you want pancakes for breakfast, offer to help make them.

Mrs. Thatcher responded to our liberation of Grenada with the sounds of a somewhat hypersensitive Neville Chamberlain.

Mistake not. Those pleasures are not pleasures that trouble the quiet and tranquillity of thy life.

Believing that you can move mountains sometimes is more important than actually having the ability to do so.

Writing is done by someone. It is not, like some mythical goddess, a skill that springs forth, full grown from the genes of inspiration.

The summer of 1966, I hitch-hiked alone for two months all over Europe instead of working on a farm in Spain. It was a big game to see how much I could see on $400. This got me hooked on traveling.