That was how we wanted to play, majestic and chaotic.

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.

One hates a person for the same reason one loves him

I think any parent that makes their kid sit at a piano against their will and practice, they're going to have a kid that's not going to want to play the piano.

Pregnancy is the only time in a woman's life she can help God work a miracle.

If I knew where I was going, I wouldn't do it. When I can predict or plan it, I don't do it.

There is something irreversible about acquiring knowledge; and the simulation of the search for it differs in a most profound way from the reality.

Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.

Because I've taken my clothes off in public doesn't mean that I've revealed every inch of my soul.

Ah... Much better" he said. "Backbiter, Luke called it. An appropriate name. Now that it is reforged comeplately, it shall indeed bite back

Im not a big fan of the gym, I do lots of outdoor aerobics - yoga, swimming, running - but I kinda hate talking about it. We have a term in Australia, it makes you sound like a wanker.

The Soul is a house...Let it burn!