When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth.

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.

The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.

The guilt of newborns is immense.

A world without fairy tales and myths would be as drab as life without music

The only way to move from your reality to God’s reality is through people who love you.

It's a wonderful paradox: only when you have a changeless sense of who you are, can real changes take place. It is the ground of your absolute value and everything that is truly worthwhile.

Money is the mother's milk of politics.

When I rap, it's just an extension of how I speak, and that's how I talk. If you don't like it, don't listen.

Those base men who speak of the secret faults of others destroy themselves like serpents that stray onto anthills.

There can be no defence like elaborate courtesy.

I wanted to be open. On the last project, "Affection," I co-wrote everything. Sometimes, I think, it's smart to step away and be open.

I grew up a big comic book reader, as a kid, and I love the whole fanboy crowd.

There are all kinds of other things I could do, things I would probably like, but only acting would give me emotional fulfillment.

I didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose me.