“When you’re pushed killing is as easy as breathing.”

When you’re scared, when you’re hanging on, when life is hurting you, then you’re going to see what you’re really made of.

With a lot of comedians, one of their major attributes is that they look comedic, with a certain hangdog or manic expression. I look like the neighborhood bully. That doesn’t elicit laughter.

I’m the Hiroshima of love.

No one will hit you harder than life itself. It doesn’t matter how hard you hit back. It’s about how much you can take, and keep fighting, how much you can suffer and keep moving forward. That’s how you win.

I watch a lot of news, and I watch musical shows because I think the music of the young people is really their news reports. They let you know how their country is going through their eyes, and about their experiences in the everyday shock of growing up.

I don’t fall into the physical manifestation of a man of letters. So I guess people assume the scripts are delivered to me under the door.

The way to be successful in Hollywood is to be as obnoxious as the next guy.

The only happy artist is a dead artist, because only then you can’t change. After I die, I’ll probably come back as a paintbrush.

We do two things in life: We race the clock and everything is a struggle. One way or not, it’s a metaphorical battle all of the time.

Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

Now if you know what you’re worth. Then go out and get what you’re worth.

I take rejection as someone blowing a bugle in my ear to wake me up and get going, rather than retreat.

I realized, the older I get, the more difficult life becomes. It’s not easier, it’s more difficult.

It would be great to be able to pass on to someone all of the successes, the failures, and the knowledge that one has had. To help someone, avoid all the fire, pain and anxiety would be wonderful.

Everybody has anger or regret in them one way or another. They all try different things to get it out. Some people go to psychiatrists. Some paint pictures. Some people talk it out.

I’m perceived to be this solitary character, but nothing could be further from the truth.

I like you brave, I like you breathing free, I like you feeling all of you in you.

Would you want to breathe if you were to ask for oxygen? Would you want to drink if you were to beg for a glass of water? would you want to eat if you were to pray for a plate of food? Well, I wouldn’t.

I want a love that as deep as it feels, it breathes just as free.

Revenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember.

Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.

Sometimes when we hear a song we breathe deeply and sigh. This reminds the prophet that the soul arises from heavenly harmony. In thinking about this, he was aware that the soul itself has something in itself of this music.

Let your weary soul rest in between each borrowed breath.

The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.