Life is only a fast lane if you get into a lane and drive fast.

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting

For his own unfathomable reasons, God chooses to disguise himself when he comes to this planet, and there have been few disguises better than the church.

The more I come to L.A., the more it's amazing.

I love the characters not knowing everything and the reader knowing more than them. There's more mischief in that and more room for seriousness, too.

Personality affects appearance, so I always think positively.

An excellent conception can be quite obscured by faulty technical execution or clarified by faultless technique.

Existence is.. well.. what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.

I get fired up when emotions are involved. I think it pulls a little bit of extra out of me.

You give out the words and then sing them. You give out the words, you know, and the people can hear what you're giving out, and they sing that song or that line and they do the same thing again.

It's almost as if we each have a vampire inside us. Controlling that beast, that dark side, is what fascinates me.