Nothing was working, and my friend was dead, and I didn't want to look at that.

Every true artist is at war with the world.

Just the kind of girl I liked—the weirdo in the bunch.

When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn't otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought.

When I looked into her eyes, I saw an invisible spirit of something that I already loved.

Music itself was color-blind but the media and the radio stations segregate it based on their perceptions of the artists.

I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.

Give her the continent and she wanted the hemisphere.

When you realize that there's a name and a description for this condition that you thought was insanity, you've identified the problem, and now you can do something about it.

My work was done, so it was time to start digging my grave again.

Every time you empty your vessel of that energy, fresh new energy comes flooding in.

Faye, if you got eaten by another shark, would you please at least have the decency to say so? My time is kind of limited, if you know what I’m sayin’.

There is no sin unless through a man's own will, and hence the reward when we do right things also of our own

Being president is like being a jackass in a hailstorm. There's nothing to do but to stand there and take it.

I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not, but I feel that I do and I am tortured. [Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]

Having an opportunity to play different characters, and work in different mediums, that's what's fun. The worst question you could be asked is, "What do you like better, film, television or theater?"

She seemed to mean what she said. She said pretty much this: I retained some lawyers, I have to move on with my life, I am divorcing you, and then she added, I need money.

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me.

I just had to find all my friends that used to be in the business. As I say, the music business didn't die, it just moved to Nashville.

Many think they have a kind heart who have only weak nerves.

Great opportunities are often disguised as small acts of service.