Is it all just a psychotic dream? What is life?

The worst stories usually make you think: 'but nobody had to die'.These are called true stories.

Don't ask me to pray, instead ask me to act.

This revolution will be noted. It will be successful and above all, it will be in words.

(...) pick up your axe, start at the rootsdon't miss the trunk, never forget:to end life truly and finallystart at the roots or end there.

Maybe I should stop while I'm aheadNay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radioover my sunless desertscapehow does it burn without the sun?

I could be the drumbeat in your chest like madness before a storm swirling restlessly.

The locals died and shrivelled with the autumnal leaves as their plastic, seasonal smiles faded with the last of the holidaymakers.

I could be that tenebrous enigma that floods out your words with sighs and frustration.

I could be the ceaseless mist that fogs your colourless eyes when you're lost in your universes.

A radiant full moon of silver hangs in the black sky, between the veils of misty clouds.

Love is light. Light is life. Life is divine.

Transcend your doubts.Transcend your fears.Transcend your weaknesses.Transcend your limits.

Maybe the reason faith is called faith is because seeing doesn’t lead to belief, but belief transforms the way we see.

I like those crisis moments - if you're on top of it and don't get pulled under by panic and fear, it's a very bonding thing.

There's always this thing of wanting to be elsewhere.

I lived a very isolated life. When you start at 20, you have a lot of nonsense to work out of your system.

There is no greater stupidity or meanness than to take uniformity for an ideal.

I often don't go to sleep and work through the night. I can't seem to do my vocal takes if there's light outside. There's a gentleness to the night that leads me in my stride.

Every time we have an election, we get in worse men and the country keeps right on going. Times have proven only one thing and that is you can't ruin this country even with politics.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.