It's much harder to play myself. If I ever do a movie again, it'll be a singing serial killer.
The art of love is who you share it with.
Shame, it comes in every size, touches many lives, knocks on many doors.
When I am not writing, I'm dying.
Crackling Rosie make me smile. God, if it lasts for an hour that's alright, to set the world right. Find us a dream that don't ask no questions.
Nothing is sadder than love left unheard.