I don´t know where I´m going, only God knows where I´ve been.

With an iron-clad fist, I wake up and French-kiss the morning.

We're always looking for something.

I went to Catholic school in and out. I'm what you call a recovering Catholic. I have many major issues with the church.

Party politics divides friendships sometimes.

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?

I'm only as successful as the guy that lives down the street from me.