This is our moment, here at the cross-roads of time. Time is relentless and as the past dissappears, we're on the verge of all things new.

You're not the only one who's made mistakes, but they're the only things that you can truly call your own.

There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin.

I won't be righteous again. I'm not sure anymore.

Some people stay far away from the door if there's a chance of it opening up. They hear a voice in the hall outside and hope that it just passes by.

I don't know why people thought I was retiring.

I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints - the sinners are much more fun.