Pain's nothing. Pain's what you give, not what you get.

The repeated lies become history, but they don't necessarily become the truth.

The Irish are great for their tunes, but all their lovesongs are sad and their warsongs happy.

People think they know the mystery of living in your skin. They don't. There's no one who knows except the person who carts it around her own self.

Every man with his own peculiar vice. His will hardly rock heaven or hell.

I'm only telling you on the truth," he said. "If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it.

I gave them all the truth and none of the honesty.