My theory is that church used to be that place. Instead of being a place where you went to look good, it was a place where you could risk going every week to look your worst.

Rant would tell people: 'You're a different human being to everybody you meet.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

It only takes one mistake and nothing else you ever do will matter. No matter how hard you work or how smart you become, you'll always be known for that one poor choice.

Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.

I want my whole life lined with a topical anesthetic.

Get married before the sex gets boring or you'll never get married.