Death Is The Beginning Of Something.

As Far As I'm Concerned, Love Means Fighting, Big Fat Lies, And A Couple Of Slaps Across The Face.

I'm The Only One Who Still Believes In Santa Claus!

I Was Hungry. I Was Cold. But I Was Also Free. Free Not To Get Up In The Morning, Not To Go To Bed At Night, Free To Get Drunk If I Liked, To Dream... To Hope.

I Wouldn't Mind At All Coming Back To Earth After My Death.

I've Always Wanted To Sing, Just As I've Always Known That One Day I Would Have My Own Niche In The Annals Of Song. It Was A Feeling I Had.