I'd like to see one person - just one - who would own up to having been a coward.

I think you have to pay for love with bitter tears.

I was hungry. I was cold. But I was also free. Free not to get up in the morning, not to go to bed at night, free to get drunk if I liked, to dream... to hope.

I'm the only one who still believes in Santa Claus!

I don't lie; I improve on my life.

I can die now. I've lived twice.

As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.