Pictures all around, of how good a life should be, a model for the rest, that bred insecurity, I walked a jagged line and then came back for more, it's always in my mind, an institution with no law.

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.

Reality is only a term, based on values and well worn principles, whereas the dream goes on forever.

I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind, and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.

When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low. When resentment rides high, but emotion won't grow...and we're changing our ways, taking different roads. Love will tear us apart.

We're changing our ways, taking different roads, and love will tear us apart again.

I used to work in a factory and I was really happy because I could daydream all day.

All my lyrics are open to interpretation by the individual and imply many different meanings, therefore their relevance is purely subjective.

Well, subconsciously I suppose some things must stick but I'm not influenced consciously by them.

Love, love will tear us apart, again.

I like the groups on Factory, A Certain Ratio and Section 25. I

The other raised his club and attacked L, who inexpliciably fell over on his back like an overturned frog.

Most of us are living at a pace that is not only unsustainable

I warn you, Eragon, beware of whom you fall in love with, for fate seems to have a morbid interest in our family.

All that you are seeking is also seeking you. If you lie still, sit still, it will find you. It has been waiting for you a long time.

You don't buy luxury to enter a community, but to set yourself apart from others.

He brought toys to the children because they were little and helpless, and because he loved them.

Man's proper stature is not one of mediocrity, failure, frustration, or defeat, but one of achievement, strength, and nobility. In short, man can and ought to be a hero.

I have not changed with the accomplishments. I've remained the same. If I had changed, great. You know, but I haven't.

Life is too short to do mediocre work and it is definitely too short to build shitty things.

I've started to experiment [in the studio] with texturing the canvas, building up the surface with large brushes, palette knife or fingers. I want to say more in my art.