All of my kids are into music. My older daughter plays guitar, piano, sings. My young son, he sings.
Music is my therapy and my straitjacket. Music keeps me sane and keeps my mind on something. It's fragile up there.
My nana was an actress, my mom was an actress, and my sister, too. So because I was surrounded by it, it really came naturally.
My most brilliant achievement was my ability to be able to persuade my wife to marry me.
This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.
I hated being imprisoned in my own home, my wolf hated it.
My wife is my favorite person I've ever met in my 40 years on the planet, and I'm sure she would agree that patience is not her strongest characteristic. I don't know that golf would be the game for her.
I am a god of my dreams and a slave of my life
I don't run to add days to my life, I run to add life to my days.
My body is a temple where my soul resides.
All I need is my brains, my eyes and my personality, for better or for worse.
I joined PETA for minks and dogs. I need my beef, my chicken, my seafood.
I'm working on my own work, my own publishing company.
I lean my head against my knee and close my eyes. Even the illusion of June is enough to send a stabbing pain through my chest. Hell. I miss her so much.
I fell back into my favorite chair and tucked my hands between my knees to stop them from shaking. I sucked in a deep breath, held it, and marveled at my own transformation into a ridiculous ninny.
I first got very thin after Ashley. I felt like my stomach was doing backflips - like my emotions had taken over and made me full.
Let my body dwell in poverty, and my hands be as the hands of the toiler; but let my soul be as a temple of remembrance where the treasures of knowledge enter and the inner sanctuary is hope.
What you're going to do is apologize to Lucian. My f**k partner, my lover, my protector. And my best friend. Right now."?
My faith has strengthen. God has shown me through my son with Down syndrome to not take anything for granted. I'm more grateful.
My arms look as if blood is . . . And on my feet . . . It is dropping on my feet. I now take the fruit and just put it all over my body.
All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality.
