My sister wrote letters to the dead and hid them in her bedroom drawers.I wrote imaginary letters in my head to living.

You fear no inferno when you are born amidst flames.It’s another flesh wound, another lasting burn.Carry them with you.

Oh tell me again how you are saving me.Oh tell me again how you are leaving me.Take care, sweetheart. Play fair, sweetheart.Living different lives in empty beds.

I’m dancing on land mines across your chest.Hoping high hopes I’ll trigger some

A great nose may be an indexOf a great soul

The best can never stop coming because there are always better ways of being the best.

My son says I never tell stories about anyone who's living.

To work for the common good is the greatest creed.

So many of the bands that influenced me growing up were English, even if I didn't realise it. English pop ruled the world in the '80s!

You cannot continue to victimize someone else just because you yourself were a victim once—there has to be a limit

To be simple is the best thing in the world; to be modest is the next best thing. I am not sure about being quiet.

Once you give an NFL player permission to have thoughts, you invite all kinds of mischief.

Stupidity trumps Machiavelli almost every time when you are looking for an explanation.

I wouldn't call myself a coward, no way. But being buried alive is something I could never handle. The only way you'd see me being buried alive is if I was dead, man.