2a.m and a ceiling stained with question marks.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

We write to go on living, after we have died.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

There is still peace left in the world, and only those with beauty in their soul, care enough to be it.

My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

You have two options. work on someone else's ideas and make some money or generate ideas make them work and become a millionaire.

All our media are given over to things that are better left unsaid.

I'm never tired of going to the studio. I enjoy recording and documenting everything and trying new things.

I'm in my mind a lot. I live there.

It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.

There's the know. And there's the unknown. And what separates the two is the door, and that's what i wanta be. Ahh wanna be th' dooooooooorrr...

Just 'cause you can't see me don't mean I gone away.

I'm going to Inter to see if they will let me play a bit of football.

Telling stories, making them come alive is what makes me come alive. So I try to live a life where sharing this vital search of inspiration is a must.

Hence the end of the world should be awaited with all longing by all believers.