Fortune or fame, you must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim.

All that foreign oil controlling American soil.

It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.

Remember when you're out there trying to heal the sick, that you must always first forgive them.

Truth is like a waterslide-only fun when it's slippery and wet.

The truth is far from you, so you know you got to lie. Then you're all the time defending what you can never justify.

Fame it's like... When you look through a window, say you pass a little pub, or an inn. You look through the window and you see people talking and carrying on. You,can watch outside the window and see them all being very real with each other. But when you walk into the room, it's over. I don't pay any attention to it.