Following a code of silence, you're never gonna lose the anger.

All she wanted was sax.

Say goodbye to the oldies, but goodies, because the good old days weren't always good and tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems

I always hated my hair, so now it's going away.

In hell there's a big hotel where the bar just closed and the windows never opened. No phone so you can't call home, and the TV works, but the clicker is broken.

I have been both praised and criticized. The criticism stung, but the praise sometimes bothered me even more. To have received such praise and honors has always been puzzling to me.

No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can't we learn from all we've been through after two thousand years?