Use your faults, use your defects; then you're going to be a star.
I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.
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 want to make people cry even when they don't understand my words.
My conservatory is in the streets. My intelligence is instinct.
I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?