The older I get, the more I see that there really aren't huge zeniths of happiness or a huge abyss of darkness as much as there used to be. I tend to walk a middle ground

Far away, to an infinite world I escape. I'm clear and calm, I'm unafraid. Sunless days, in my sheltered milkyway. In Saturn's rings I feel no pain.

Feminists were psyched that I had armpit hair

I've left Bethlehem, and I feel free. I've left the girl I was supposed to be, and some day I'll be born.

At the age of 15 months my daughter was diagnosed with very bad asthma, and essentially I put my career on hold for a good eight years.

I'm a songwriter who's put my childhood memories and teenage angst into songs.

The monsters are in your own head

For me music is a vehicle to bring our pain to the surface, getting it back to that humble and tender spot where, with luck, it can lose its anger and become compassion again.

When you're a plebeian you want success, and when you're successful you want to be a plebeian again

The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I'm taking more chances; I'm bold and proud.

Just watching my cats can make me happy.

Ultimately, education in its real sense is the pursuit of truth. It is an endless journey through knowledge and enlightenment.

To me, the real thrill is in making the music, and then I just trust it to find its own audience, and at times it's big and at times it's small, but that's beyond my control.

Training the body to obey the mind as I have done differs from the more conventional method of getting the mind to obey the body.

I guess I'm not that metrosexual. My bathroom cabinet is hardly overflowing with products. I only really have my stuff for shaving. I can't honestly say I moisturise, though I probably should.

Wouldn't it be much worse if life really were fair and all the terrible things that happen to us happen because we really deserve them?

I can't... I find that I can't concentrate. On anything. I can't really..." Rhage's eyes drifted to Zsadist. "How do you live with it? All the anger. The pain. The...

A scheme of which every part promises delight, can never be successful; and general disappointment is only warded off by the defence of some little peculiar vexation.

The natural resources we've depended on, if the places where they exist are not stable, our own livelihood and our health is put at risk.

The howl of self-interest is loud ... but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.

I love the fact I grew up wanting a brother and now I have four.