“There ain’t been no angels in heaven around since God invented girls.”

Like a candle in the wind, never knowing who to cling to until the rain set it.

Sometimes when I’m flying over the Alps I think, ‘that’s like all the cocaine I sniffed.’

There’s a time for everyone, If they only learn, that the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn.

You and your oven are capable of great things,Remember, no two ovens are the same.

Drunk all the time, feeling fine on elderberry wine.

I had no balance in my life. I was this one person onstage and this person offstage, who really didn’t know much about living.

It’s very important to have two tiaras when you’re on the road. You never know when you’ll be invited to something really formal.

I used to take hostages in my relationships and not let people be independent. It always ended in disaster, because you take away people’s identity and they end up full of resentment.

I am the most well-known homosexual in the world.

Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids, in fact it’s cold as hell.

And I’m afraid, in this day and age, trust, which I count so, you know, I love loyalty. I love trust.

If there’s a God in heaven, what’s he waiting for? If He can’t hear the children, then he must see the war.

Sweet freedom whispered in my ear, you’re a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high-away, bye-bye.

So I am deeply saddened and shocked over the current legislation that is now in place against the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender community here in Russia. In my opinion, it is inhumane and it is isolating.

I love every minute of fatherhood, staying up all night, changing nappies, kids crying, I find it really funny and inspiring. It connects you to the world in a new way.

You can cage the songbird, but you can’t make her sing. And you can trap the free bird, but you’ll have to clip her wings.

I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.

If men were angels, no government would be necessary.

An Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.

We just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. In the silence, I swear I could hear the beating wings of an angel.

You were the best and worst nights of my life fucking while the flames lick us at least you’re a distraction from my spiritual death. You’re a god damn angel in a crack den.

I learned to play with the monsters under my bed. I gave angel wings to the demons in my head. I asked the voices in my mind to sing sweet lullabies and finally, I found the love and fire in my own eyes.

An angel’s soft breath coating the grounds, a gentle caress wakes us now.