You would think I would recycle by the way I found my last chick...cause all she wants is paper or plastic.

That old ball and chain had me chained up for weeks, So of course I'm off the chain as soon as I hit the streets.

Midnight's the only time where you can be both in the past, present, and future.

I started to drink heavily, comfortably caught in the tentacle-like clutches of alcohol.

He lived a quiet existence where the future was easy to predict and the past was a cancer in remission. It was meaningful, of course. But it was lonely.

I suppose I look acceptable, the black (haired) sheep among the Barrett blondes.

Kissing you is terrifying, breathing your same air makes my knees weak, when I’m around you it’s a tie between wanting to chase you down – or just kiss you until you can’t breathe.

He didn’t like the idea of leaving unfinished business behind. He had wanted definite answers about the heart attacks to be able to turn the page on who or what caused so many of his brothers to die.

The addict's reliance on the drug to reawaken her dulled feelings is no adolescent caprice. The dullness is itself a consequence of an emotional malfunction not of her making

I like my life alone. I mean, I love being with friends, and I love kissing and loving someone to pieces. But it's hard to find someone who doesn't ultimately start judging you and your choices.

My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily.

Just as with the quartet, each part of a painting is telling a different story.

Go away... I'm alright.

I miss All Stars, by the way. I was just telling people: how am I going to get by until January?

Feminism is small revolutions, every day

Attention has to be concentrated upon your Spirit. Then you become the best instrument, your attention very powerful.

I hate funerals and would not attend my own if it could be avoided

The men who seem to know most of God's power have had great, unspeakable longings, at times, for a fresh consciousness of that power.