Death is not the biggest fear we have our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive - the risk to be alive and express what we really are.

Death has a tendency to encourage a depressing view of war.

Other states are trying to abolish the death penalty... mine's putting in an express lane.

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses and from desires that make us their puppets and from the vagaries of the mind and from the hard service of the flesh.

If you can lie you can act and if you can lie to crazy girlfriends you can act under pressure.

If there hadn't been women we'd still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends.

My dad was an engineer and so I had this picture of science and technology and pursuits of the mind as being more impressive than artistic pursuits which I saw a as kind of frivolous.

My dad like many Southern men is this very emotionally expressive person who isn't as articulate in words about his feelings as he is with breaking a chair or something like that.

Usually a family is led through the mom or the dad and their career and for the family to be led by my career even though God has led it could be a lot of pressure.

My dad passed away before my freshman year and it altered how I thought. I was depressed - I didn't hang out with my friends. I worked through it by dancing.

My mother is Italian and my dad's Irish. In my family we're expressive. Nobody holds back.

I'm an artist and I go in the studio and make my music. And then I'll give it to my dad and he does what he does. And he does you know the press and figuring out shows and whatnot. When it comes to my artistic freedom he doesn't like step on my toes or anything.

My dad was quiet angry shut down. So my thing is: I express everything that's there. I want to get it all out.

My dad came out of the Roosevelt era and the Depression. One person and one party made a difference in his life. That's what everybody forgot when they called my father and other people political bosses.

I knew I was going to be a journalist when I was eight years old and I saw the printing presses rolling at the Sydney newspaper where my dad worked as a proofreader.

My dad was depressed a lot of the time and there were a lot of things in his life that he never resolved.

My dad was a homicide cop in the gay neighborhood in the city when gay neighborhoods were desperate depressing sad places run by the mob. The only gay people he'd met when I came out to him were corpses.