They fought all the time, and they challenged each other everyday. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.

I could have held you in my arms forever and it still wouldn' have been long enough...

And all the while I feel I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up...

I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end , it doesn't even matter ,

'If there's any message to my work, it is ultimately that it’s OK to be different, that it’s good to be different, that we should question ourselves before we pass judgment on someone who looks different, behaves different, talks different, is a different color.'

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspision love actually is all around.

For never was there a story of more woe, than that of Juliet and her Romeo

Everyone is fake in their own way just don't let it get in the way of what you truly deserve

Love by day, love by night, no matter what we'll get through the night together...

Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity

I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human.

Life is good, and why wouldn't it be - I'm a pirate after all

I hope they realize that music is music, and that music is not a scene, not a style. Music is a beautiful fucking thing to listen to. It is not a thing to fucking preach to others about, it's not a fucking cause. It is what it is, and that's a beautiful artform.

How You Doin?

Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash, they're gone.

You Dont Know Me , But I Know Me.