I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.

Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.

I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.

Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.

What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.

I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.

Music [is] the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours. To feel something. To burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school, TV, and loading the dishwasher after dinner.