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

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 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.

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.

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

All stories are ultimately about the fall.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

My mom, dad, grandparents, we all do voices.

I want to entertain people, whether it be with a comedy, a drama or a movie. An idea's an idea.

Holy places are dark places. It is life and strength, not knowledge and words, that we get in them. Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood.

All I was afraid of is saying good-bye.

Once you duct-tape a Ziploc bag to a man's chest, there's no going back.

I love my job, I've always loved my job.

I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.

Some nights in the midst of this loneliness I swung among the scattered stars at the end of the thin thread of faith alone.