I Wanted To Be Successful, Not Famous.

The Art School Party In Liverpool, In A Flat In The Students' Accomdation, Was The First All Night Party I Ever Went To...i Puked Up Next Morning. Cynthia Was There, And I Remember Saying Drunkenly To Her 'i Wish I Had A Nice Girl Like You'

With Every Mistake, We Must Surely Be Learning.

When The Truth Get's Buried Deep Beneath A Thousand Years Of Sleep, Time Demands A Turnaround.. And Once Again The Truth Is Found.

The Whole Point To Being Here, Really, Is To Figure A Way To Get Out.

We're Now The Results Of Our Past Actions, And In The Future We'll Be The Results Of The Actions We're Performing Now.