For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my Thanksgiving

Let hope inspire you, but let not idealism blind you. Don't look back, you can never look back.

How can love survive in such a graceless age? The trust and self assurance that lead to happiness, they're the very things we kill.

Sometimes to keep it together you've got to leave it alone.

I was flying back from Lubbock and I saw Jesus on the plane, or maybe it was Elvis. You know, they kind of look the same.

Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.

My creative life is a constant struggle to achieve a balance between letting things flow in and letting things flow out.