We're going off the rails on a crazy train.

You've got to have something to retire to. Something you always wanted to do but your job prevented it.

He protected his feelings in walls he imagined, but castles crumble exposing the frightened child.

The ministry of fear that won't let you live. The ministry of grace that doesn't forgive.

Destiny planned out, I don't need no hand out.

There are no indisputable truths.

I suppose there's a lot of people that've got a better life than me. But I don't know, I feel very fortunate and very blessed.