So my last image was as the first. A sleeping youth cloaked in light, who opened his eyes with a smile of recognition for someone who had never been a stranger.

Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine.

People need space to air out their thoughts, to have a sense of themselves - unfettered by anything.

I could have a job as a teacher because I like talking in front of people.

My mother loved rock and roll. She loved high-energy music.

I don't think," he insisted. "I feel.

I personally am not interested in people trying to pigeonhole me.