The meanings get lost and the teachings get tossed and you don't know what you're going to do next.

I'm not the quiet sensitive little guy I was. I can't be. There's just too much after me.

I went to college as a theater major. But after about three weeks of that, I changed to the school of fine arts as a painter.

Down the ancient corridors through the gates of time, run the ghosts of dreams that we have left behind.

Storybook endings never appear. They're just 'someone's' way of leading us here.

How many more idols must you find before you realize that you are the one you have been searching for?

I've succeeded beyond what I ever thought I could.