I tend not to listen. When I'm listening to records, I don't listen to much new wave stuff, I tend to listen to the stuff I used to listen to a few years back but sort of odd singles.

Existence is.. well.. what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.

Reality is only a term, based on values and well worn principles, whereas the dream goes on forever.

I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind, and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.

When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low. When resentment rides high, but emotion won't grow...and we're changing our ways, taking different roads. Love will tear us apart.

We're changing our ways, taking different roads, and love will tear us apart again.

I used to work in a factory and I was really happy because I could daydream all day.

Pictures all around, of how good a life should be, a model for the rest, that bred insecurity, I walked a jagged line and then came back for more, it's always in my mind, an institution with no law.

All my lyrics are open to interpretation by the individual and imply many different meanings, therefore their relevance is purely subjective.

Well, subconsciously I suppose some things must stick but I'm not influenced consciously by them.

Love, love will tear us apart, again.

If you have enjoyed something, but have never experienced joy, then u have not really been happy

Make me, dear Lord, polite and kind, To everyone, I pray.And may I ask you how you find Yourself, dear Lord, today?

Women that can work a camera with ease often work men just as effortlessly for both require the same commitment to vanity and manipulation.

You have to watch them all the time, ’ she assured me darkly. ‘Even if the spirit’s willing, the flesh is weak!

I am not here to make you feel better, I am just here to make you feel worse

Men enter local politics solely as a result of being unhappily married.

My mom and dad met at Anaheim High School. After they got married, all they wanted to do was have four children, and they did.

Writing a novel is actually searching for victims. As I write I keep looking for casualties. The stories uncover the casualties.

I can't tell you the number of times I've been in the middle of a perfunctory conversation, and someone will say, 'Tell us what you really think.' Or 'Maybe you should switch to decaf.

Though God alone never tastes woe, Yet that man is happy, and poets sing of him, Who conquers with hand or swift foot And wins the greatest of prizes By steadfastness and strength.