“I have mood poisoning. Must be something I hate.”

What doesn’t kill you is gonna leave a scar.

Your beautiful don’t let anyone tell you different

Paintings are seldom guilty and often framed for crimes they did not commit. Some cover holes-holes in walls, holes in lives. Some make holes-in wallets, holes in hearts in negative space.

Relationships never break cleanly. Like a valuable vase, they are smashed and then glued back together, smashed and glued, smashed and glued until the pieces just don’t fit together anymore.

I’m a confession that is waiting to be heard

Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I’m afraid that they’re going to leave.

People tend to associate anyone who looks and behaves differently with illegal or immoral activity.

I’ve said a million times that if more stupid people killed themselves over stupid songs, there would be less stupid people in the world.

I’ve always believed that a person is smart. It’s people that are stupid.

When you’re taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, what value does that put on love?

My pain’s not ashamed to repeat itself

People are too lazy and too stupid to think for themselves that we’ve got sitcoms with canned laughter that let’s you know when to laugh if you’re to stupid to know when the joke is.

When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.

Music is the strongest form of magic.

The death of one is a tragedy, but death of a million is just a statistic.

But what’s real? You can’t find the truth, you just pick the lie you like the best.

Hate destroys the hater.

Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour.

I hate doing photo shoots.

My plainness of speech makes them hate me, and what is their hatred but a proof that I am speaking the truth.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

I hate losing and cricket being my first love, once I enter the ground it’s a different zone altogether and that hunger for winning is always there.

Insecurity is an ugly thing. It makes you hate people you don’t even know.

You’ve got to love what’s loveable and hate what’s hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.