You have to be either naive or power-hungry to get into politics. I wouldn't consider it myself. I am too well-informed.

You know these love letters mix with whisky, just don't light a match when you kiss me.

Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Clause. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don't, who will?

There's not a platinum record hanging in my house anywhere. It doesn't exist here. I'm over it. They're all in the garage, wrapped up in bubblewrap.

I don't work well outside the lines; my report card once read, "doesn't play well with others."

I was just another long-haired teenage kid with visions of grandeur, strumming a tennis racket or a broom in front of his bedroom mirror.

I believe that we're only as strong as our neighbor is, and the idea that, I'm my brother's keeper works for me.