I think there's something odd about eating another living anything.

This could be it, I think I'm in love. It's love this time... It just seems to fit, I think I'm in love... This love is mine.

It's very hard to be honest with yourself when something's just not working.

Life is short. It can come and go like a feather in the wind.

Writing is very much a playground - an artistic playground. It's the most fun thing I do.

And it only hurts when I'm breathing My heart only breaks when it's beating My dreams only die when I'm dreaming So, I hold my breath--to forget

I'd rather clean my toilet than go to a show-business party.