I never found much comfort in overly organized religion of any sort.
I'm the classic absent-minded professor: I'm very focused on something, and meanwhile, I've left the refrigerator door open for hours.
In the end only kindness matters.
I've always been a workhorse, and I've been supporting myself since I was 15.
There is a pretty girl on the face of the magazine and all I see is my dirty hands turning the page.
Hard times make you bitter or make you more compassionate.