When someone falls asleep on your chest, but the one really falling is you.

There really is no time for wallowing in the miseries of life: we don’t have all the time in the world, we have all the world, and not enough time.

Lies are ants, the truth is the sun, and questions are a magnifying glass waiting to be picked up by the curious.

At the end of the world the sunset is like a child smashing a pack of crayons into God’s face.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but us sheep know, true beauty is not in the eye: it lives in the mind.

All the best bits of a film happen when I'm looking down at my phone. Life, is similar.

Anything you want to do is possible; fear is not meant to prevent but to motivate your heart into the life you naturally think is improbable.

Humans are born free then put into cages, then convinced freedom is what being in a cage is, and what freedom is, is being in a cage.

Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for what it tramples beneath.

My eyes open after my mind. All eyes always do.

Nobody has to do anything wrong to end up living a life that feels like it’s not their own, all they have to do is take a step back, and hope for the best.

If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?

I have ever held it as a maxim never to do that through another which it was possible for me to execute myself.

Sadly, it has often been said that my rear is better than my front, so thank you very much indeed.

I'm a Roman Catholic! A devout Roman Catholic.

Spare time is like spare change. It's hard to quantify, the definition of that phrase. What do I do when I'm not onstage singing, or sleeping, with or without someone else? I watch movies.

The hero is suffered to be himself.

It's like peanut butter and chocolate. Each is great, but they're better together.

I am a great believer in naps, whatever age you are.

Give me a man with big hands and big feet and no brains and I'll make a golfer out of him.

In the broad spectrum of the arts, two worlds rarely overlap - the literary world and the world of rock music.