I've got more than one membership to more than one club and I owe my life to the people that I love.

Some people wear their smile like a disguise. Those people who smile a lot, watch their eyes. I know 'cause I'm like that a lot. You think everything's ok, and it is . . . 'till it's not.

After a while, I sorta start to think there is no such thing as private, people don't like to say things that are too 'personal' but you know, if there's anything I've learned doing this for years, it's that nothing is just personal to me, I'm not that unique.

Art is the reason I get up in the morning, but the definition ends there. It doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define.

Any tool is a weapon if you hold it right.

There isn't much I have to say, that I wouldn't rather just shut up and do.