Finding happiness in yourself is difficult, but anywhere else is impossible.
I always feel happy
In the places where I can be sincere,
Where I can blend into the crowd
And may not pretend to be someone else.
Nam in omni adversitate fortunae infelicissimum est genus infortunii, fuisse felicem.
...and putting her arms up and making these little noises which basically mean: "Put me on your lap and read me a story now, you funny old fucker. I don’t care if you’re meant to be weird. I don’t care if you’re meant to be scary. I don’t care what anybody thinks about you. I want a story and I want it now".
Nothing makes me happy anymore. I feel bad about that because I realize that I am a very fortunate person. And I am not just talking about the success of the band. I think anyone who can walk, talk and see has nothing to complain about. It’s ironic and sad. There have been a lot of changes in our lives. There has been a lot of death and turmoil, but rather than go out on the street and punch somebody out because I’m mad at the world, I decided to write a bunch of lousy songs.
It's no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest.
It's no secret ambition bites the nails of success.