Life seems so simple when you are sitting in the backround, laughing.

You don't realize how much your friends mean to you until they are no longer there.

Fall is like a funeral: everything is dressed in its best to say goodbye.

I think that romance is for the bored, the boring, and the broken. But mostly the broken. Most people are broken, and they need someone to make them complete.

Do you see the shadows creeping into the edges of day?
As Winter presses down, and Summer runs away?

I suppose I like to write about life because than I can at least pretend I have a hold on it.

I want to live long and die young.

Rock revels in the emotional vitality of life, the simple mess of it all: anger, love, hate, misery, joy, regret. Classical is meant for subtler things, things you can't describe: the sad notes of yesterday and the hope and pain that tomorrow brings.

Have you noticed how people love to talk about things they have no knowledge on?

There's no such thing as a holy war.