“I’m an old-fashioned guy. I want to be an old man with a beer belly sitting on a porch, looking at a lake or something.”

The beauty, the poetry of the fear in their eyes. I didn’t mind going to jail for, what, five, six hours? It was absolutely worth it.

I’m not Blockbuster Boy.

Music touches us emotionally, where words alone can’t.

I hope someday to make you all a cup of coffee. Alright, peace.

When I see someone who just follows their dream and succeeds, and just does basically what they want to do and doesn’t have to answer to anyone, obviously not harming anyone, that’s great.

It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.

My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story.

I am doing things that are true to me. The only thing I have a problem with is being labelled.

People in life, when they have a tendency to exaggerate or lie or whatever, you always sort of notice that their voice goes up quite high.

Over the years all these vampire movies have come out and nobody looks like a vampire anymore.

There’s definitely healing properties to being in proximity to the ocean and that breeze. There’s something about that Caribbean climate and humidity.

Am I a romantic? I’ve seen “Wuthering Heights” ten times. I’m a romantic.

I don’t think anybody’s necessarily ready for death. You can only hope that when it approaches, you feel like you’ve said what you wanted to say. Nobody wants to go out in mid-sentence.

The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.

You use your money to buy privacy because during most of your life you aren’t allowed to be normal.

Me and music. Music was always my first love. It was my first love for sure. And still is a huge part of my life.

Did I used to have a drinking problem?

If that’s not a cause for alcohol, I don’t know what is!

This wine is awful. Get me another glass.

The connoisseur does not drink wine but tastes its secrets.

Wait, does drinking make you a better dancer?

An American monkey, after getting drunk on brandy, would never touch it again, and thus is much wiser than most men.

Herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction.

The whisky brings back all the memories of you.