I'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.

She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.

I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.

Our great adventure ran out of petrol and stopped on this farm.

And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.

I tell him about ... Jack and Annabel, smart and ready and I'm wondering where all that smart comes from and I figure some from parents, some from school, and some from a place inside you.

It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.

I walked out of his room sure I'd said the right thing maybe not as a father but as a Dad. I'd said the right thing, for once in my life.

She didn't have an answer for that. People like her only ever have questions.

I know that today, with a full tank, and with Annabel, that it's time to go.

It feels wonderful when you fly with hopes and dreams.

I think that by fearing death, you are actually fearing life because it is a part of life. People are born and people die.

In contrast to your usual minions, I imagine, I’m a bit more awed by your conceit and arrogance than I am by your supposed magnificence.

A lot of bands are still just bands that artists ask to get involved, but a lot of artists are using sound they create. This is different from referencing music.

Art and business may be strange bedfellows, but an artist must make room in her bed for both.

Everyone's brain works in a different way. I didn't feel smart in school; I just didn't get it. I thought I was an idiot. Until I got out.

In debate, one randomly was assigned to one side or the other. This had at least one virtue - it made one see that there was more than one side to these complex issues.

The church may hold whatever it holds with regard to clerical celibacy.