I want to do something that matters.

And when the day arrives I'll become the sky and I'll become the sea and the sea will come to kiss me for I am going home. Nothing can stop me now.

If you have something to say, then say it. Express yourself and break the rules.

An integral part of any relationship is knowing that you could be killed in your sleep at any time.

My music has been a sort of personal therapy. It's got me out of tough times, it has been the friend that I needed, when I didn't have a friend there.

Sometimes I think I spend my whole life trying to figure out where I fit in.

Today's political climate does not allow the luxury of apathy.

I was at my most miserable when I had everything I ever wanted.

My doctor says, 'You've got one of the hardest ones to treat because it's not bipolar, it's not up and down, you're always just about a quart low in the mood department.

If I come up with rules or limitations it focuses me in a direction. And those rules can change if you realize it's a dumb idea. You start to mutate it to see what fits best.

This isn't meant to last. This is for right now.

Stay away from her.""Okay.""Keep your hands off her.""I'll try."He scowled at me."I will, " I said.

a detestable, viscous place populated by slugs

Real life is to most men ... a perpetual compromise between the ideal and the possible.

The writer is one who, embarking upon a task, does not know what to do... Writing is a process of dealing with not-knowing, a forcing of what and how.

You create your reality with your intentions.

There are calumnies against which even innocence loses courage.

Nature does have manure and she does have roots as well as blossoms, and you can't hate the manure and blame the roots for not being blossoms.

Tristan and Isolde were lucky to die when they did. They'd have been sick of all that rubbish in a year.

People around us change and circumstances change. We can often find ourselves struggling against those things.

A moment of self-giving lifecan conquer the sorrowsof many long years