Somewhere down the line everyone must pay for their misdeeds.

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun...

I think the idea of getting out of a traffic jam and getting out of work each week and going and doing all this stuff would be really exhausting.

When a war is over I think it's a cowardly thing to leave the war behind you in minefields that hit women and children and the most vulnerable. Imagine the war is finished and you go to work and there are snipers shooting at you. Imagine taking your kids to the beach and you find that the beach is blowing up beneath you. Like there's nowhere safe.

When you're wide awake say it for goodness sake, it's gonna be a great day.

If I ever get out of here, thought of giving it all away to a registered charity.

I've got to admit it's getting better. It's a little better all the time.