I've always dreamed of having a large family.
I was funny around my family. My family, they're pretty funny, too.
No zone have a perfect Family, but my Family is perfect for Me
tis hard to live in a world where all look upon you as below them.
Pero si la elección que tengo que tomar, se reduce a elegir entre tú o yo, te escojo a ti. Siempre te he escogido.
...you go back to liberate the captives and sadly realize, some want to remain tied down in the cave...
Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. -Dylan Thomas
I created Punk for this day and age. Do you see Britney walking around wearing ties and singing punk? Hell no. That's what I do. I'm like a Sid Vicious for a new generation.
I'm not personally obsessed with death. At a certain age, the light that you live in is inhabited by the shades - it 'tis.
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!
There's an axiom I live by: 'There is no art without politics.' You either choose to engage it, or you choose political apathy. This ties in with ideas around real-time performance and feedback.
I'll be honest, I worry sometimes about what I've done. I have tied my whole person to my art and, whatever it takes to get that hook, I will go there and do it.
I want to leave a legacy. I'll leave him in the trunk, tied up, at a parking garage on the campus of the university where he graduated.
My girlfriend is as reasonable as Lady Justice, and just as blindfolded. She’s tied up in the trunk this very moment.
Madelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night.
What is love? Imagine a helium balloon tied down and then you cut the ropes on a windy day. That is love.
Some say that Love, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings and in a moment flies.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but paranoia was what tied it up in a sack and buried it in wet concrete.
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here I am in hell.
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
Aye, you're neither one thing nor yet quite t'other. Pity, but there 'tis.
