I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.

I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.

Who wants to know that the person you love and need the most can just vanish forever

She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.

When people fall in love, they burst into flames.

The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky.

I'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese, CHEESE.

... if you're someone who knows the worst thing can happen at any time, aren't you also someone who knows the best thing can happen at any time too?

In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not.

I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

If you are possessed by an idea you find it expressed everywhere you even smell it.

I stumbled on a joke idea and style that worked, the audience went with it and, from that moment on, I was hooked. It's an amazing feeling.

What seems tragic now won't even be an issue in a few years time.

Every single kid in my group of friends at school was from a single-parent family.

We wrote what sounded good to us and hoped it would find a home.

What we have is two important values in conflict: freedom of speech and our desire for healthy campaigns in a healthy democracy. You can't have both.

The best way to economize time is to 'lose' half an hour each day attending Holy Mass.

The trick to songwriting is writing in a poetic enough way that other people can identify with it.

I still marvel at how God turns dreams into reality.

I'm working class, and want people to know I'm not unintelligent and all the other cliches that come with it.