I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time.

I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

I think America is just so in love with conflict.

Idiot people like Angel Delaporte who look for a supernatural reason for ordinary events, those people drive Misty nuts.

I'm always trying to reach a transcendent point, a romantic point, but reach it in a really unconventional way, a really profane way. To get to that romantic, touching, heartbreaking place, but through a lot of acts of profanity.

Emotionally, in our minds, we get so filled with resentments where we've got a story about absolutely everything.