“The smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall.”

You have to give people something to dream on.

Happiness is within you… so unlock the chains from your heart and let yourself grow- like the sweet flower you are. I know the answer- just spread your wings and set yourself free.

The world is nothing but a big gimmick.

This is your life – you must die by yourself, so for heaven’s sake, live for yourself and no one else.

May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future.

Excuse me while I kiss the sky.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

You’re a woman, at least you taste like you are.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

Before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.

The dollar bill is God in the States. All those Pelican people just believe in money and nothing else.

You have to use fantasy to show different sides to reality. That’s how it can bend.

Music is a safe kind of high.

They’ve imitated me so good that sometimes I hear people copying my mistakes

I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.

Music makes me high on stage, and that’s the truth. It’s like being almost addicted to music.

Cassius and Brutus were the more distinguished for that very circumstance that their portraits were absent.

There is no self-portrait of me.

There is nothing that special to see when looking at me. I’m a painter who paints day in day out, from morning till evening – figure pictures and landscapes, more rarely portraits.

I have always noticed that in portraits of really great writers the mouth is always firmly closed.

Every record is a portrait of the band at that time.

God sends experience to paint men’s portraits.

I love prints of skulls and bones and have some taxidermy – a crow and a rabbit – to remind me of home. I like art and have a big portrait of Bjork.

What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?