I know how to behave but sometimes I can't be bothered.

I'm Liam Gallagher and I'm in Oasis. The whole world is jealous of me. It should be.

I am a tender, beautiful and loving guy that happens to slap a photographer now and then because they get in my way.

I suppose I do get sad, but not for too long. I just look in the mirror and go, 'What a f***ing good-looking f*** you are.' And then I brighten up.

I live for now, not for what happens after I die. I'm going to hell, not heaven. The devil has all the good gear. What's God got? The Inspiral Carpets and nuns.

There's no rules. Show me the rule book.

I was walking along and this chair came flying past me, and another, and another, and I thought, man, is this gonna be a good night.

I was brought up Catholic. Then I had a joint and looked at the world differently.

I'm not like John Lennon, who thought he was the great Almighty. I just think I'm John Lennon.

Discipline? I don't know the meaning of the word.

Chris Martin looks like a geography teacher.

If the pain is not felt or it doesn't hurt you...it can never change you. Being susceptible to pain is a blessing.

Make a good gallery! Your names and your photos give you a unique identity. Make and maintain a good name in the hearts of people. Paint good photos in their minds.

Miracle centered gospels cripple the present and generations to come.

Add a drop of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange, and pretend you're laughing at it.

Today...the bluebirds, old and young, have revisited their box, as if they would fain repeat the summer without intervention of winter, if Nature would let them.

Quit worrying about how everything is going to turn out. Live one day at a time; better yet, make the most of this moment.

I always feel uncomfortable at parties, and I'm often nervous when talking to strangers. I don't think this makes me feel special. Maybe everybody feels this way.

My legs are really long and that's cool apparently, but I'm totally klutzy. I mean, I'm like Bambi. I fall all over myself because I can't control my arms and my really long legs.

You can be obsessed with the bad things people say and the good things; either way, you're obsessed with yourself, and I'm not - you can become unhinged so easily.

The only real service we can render to that which we perceive and interpret in phenomenal existence as 'others' is by awakening to universal consciousness ourselves.