I just like being creative, whatever way I have to do it.
Our love is like a red, red rose... and I am a little thorny.
Hope walks through the fire. Faith leaps over it.
I cannot be contained because I am the container.
Like most Catholic boys, I wanted to be Jesus Christ. I could never get the turn-the-other-cheek thing down, though.
I don't know what happened to architecture [in Las-Vegas] I think they're getting us ready for space colonies or something, nobody puts a window in that you can crack.