Some people find it's easier to hate.

I was drawn to boxing because I got beat up as a kid. I was the kid with the piano books in a New York neighbourhood.

Forced to recognize our inhumanity, our reason coexists with our insanity. And though we choose between reality and madness, it's either sadness or euphoria.

I don't know why I go to extremes.

I don't want some pretty face to tell me pretty lies, all I want is someone to believe.

I really wish I was less of a thinking man and more of a fool not afraid of rejection.

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in / There's an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin / He says, 'Son, can you play me a memory?/ I'm not really sure how it goes / But it's sad and it's sweet, and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man's clothes.'