Love is like grass. If you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain. But you'll get over the pain, it will eventually stop hurting. Now maybe the stain ruined your favourite pair of jeans, or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined, but either way the stain remains there. And with time, it will begin to fade, but it will always be there, a permanent reminder that you, too, once fell.

I'd like to think the best of me was still hiding up in my sleeve.

I've realized you can use a fork as a spoon if you use it rapidly enough.

[on Jessica Simpson] Yeah, that girl is like crack cocaine to me. Sexually it was crazy. That's all I'll say. It was like napalm, sexual napalm.

I believe in blues, and I believe that it's been misrepresented.

I'm having the time of my life figuring out this next move.

I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it.