“What if what you do to survive kills the things you love?”

Blind faith in your leaders, or in anything, will get you killed.

It’s a town full of losers And I’m pulling out of here to win.

I think life goes through a cycle of losing and refinding yourself all the time. Everyone has disappointments all the time, some of them pretty small, some of them pretty big.

Somehow all you ever need’s never really quite enough.

If you have written really well, people will swear that it happened to you.

We’ve got no fairytale ending, in God’s hands our fate is complete. Your heaven’s here in my heart, our love’s this dust beneath my feet.

Success makes life easier. It doesn’t make living easier.

So let’s take the good times as they go and I’ll meet you further on up the road.

She kissed me just right, like only a lonely angel can.

Don’t take yourself too seriously. And take yourself as seriously as death itself.

It’s a fairytale so tragic there’s no prince to break the spell. I don’t believe in magic, but for you I will.

Being an artist is this kind of occupation in which you have to make people care about your obsession.

Now everyone dreams of a love faithful and true, But you and I know what this world can do. So let’s make our steps clear so the other may see. And I’ll wait for you…should I fall behind wait for me.

Show a little faith there is magic in the night. You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright, and that’s alright with me.

The first thing that I do when I come out every night is to look at the faces in front of me, very individually.

All people have is hope. That’s what brings the next day and whatever that day may bring. A hope grounded in the real world of living, friendship, work, family.

How do you fight someone who doesn’t care if they get killed? You accommodate them.

My fans are the best. I mean if there was a war, I think they’d definitely win just because they’d kill them with kindness.

A professional soldier understands that war means killing people, war means maiming people, war means families left without fathers and mothers.

These silent Conversations that I have with myself might just end up killing me in the end.

Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.

Live your eyeliner, breathe your lipstick, and kill for each other.

Our practice rather than being about killing the ego is about simply discovering our true nature.

In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.