Life all comes down to a few moments. This is one of them.

I don't have a tuxedo that fits anymore because my chest and my biceps are too big.

I'm tired of pretending like I'm not bitching, a total fricking rock star from Mars...

Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.

I've got magic. I've got poetry at my fingertips.

People say it's lonely at the top, but I sure like the view.

I still don't have all the answers. I'm more interested in what I can do next than what I did last.

The best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one.

It's quite fitting that Slash is getting a star on the very street Axl Rose will one day be sleeping on.

I am on a drug. It's called Charlie Sheen. It's not available. If you try it once, you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body.

My success rate is 100 percent. Do the math.

What is worth to know, can only be experienced.

For eyes we have no models in the remotely antique.

There's nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.

The secrecy that shrouded the vote counting by the special election committee cast doubts on the results and lacks transparency.

I'm not sayin I'm a pothead, cause I'm not. I'm just sayin that I smoke a lot.

One rule I had was make your best pitch and back up third base. That relay might get away and you've got another shot at him.

Grace remits sin, and peace quiets the conscience. Sin and conscience torment us, but Christ has overcome these fiends now and forever.

All religions are pieced together out of elements which seem so at odds with reason that any intelligence laughs at them.

The spiritual world is hidden and perfectly revealed in the physical world.

To choose and be so adamant about this exact location just a block or two away from 9/11, again is that knife, it feels like.