None of us is perfect. Everyone has got a skeleton in the closet that they don't want people to find out. I just let it go, with a bit of humor.

Every shopaholic needs an accomplice.

Most guys my age are boring human beings. They sit in bars, get drunk, and then go home to tell their kids the way to rule their lives, while they're absolutely stewed out of their brains.

Voices in the darkness scream away my mental health, can I ask a question to help me save me from myself?

I'm dyslexic, I have attention-deficit disorder, and I've got something like a hereditary tremor.

When I heard the Beatles, I thought thats it. That's what I want to be. I want to be a Beatle.

The birth of a doubt that was once your belief is drowning in the tears that you cry.