“It's like a bear stumbling into a beehive or a honey cache: I'm stumbling right into it and getting stuck, and it's delicious and it's horrible and I'm in it and it's not very graceful and it's very awkward and it's very painful and yet there's something inevitable about it.”

“Maybe there's a God above,As for me, all I've ever seemed to learn from loveIs how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.Yeah but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight,It's not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the lightNo it's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah.”

“It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.”

“Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's closing time.”

“The maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum”

“It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.”

“I am not the one who loved, it's love that chooses me.When hatred with it's package comes, you forbid delivery.”