While I was travelling and I kind of had the classic realisation - that I guess most teenagers have at some point - that time's gonna run out and that's not in my power to change that.
Those carried away by power are soon carried away.
Sometimes when things are way too big and I can't control it, I do sort of a weird thing where I kind of check out a little bit. It's all about self-preservation for me.
I don't stop eating when I'm full. The meal isn't over when I'm full. It's over when I hate myself.
The thing about plummetting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late.
Your tail, is becoming too heavy to wag.
Was it my fault that I got out of hand? --Loki
Once I got in the public eye there was no going back.
Honestly, sometimes I get really fed up of my subconscious - it's like it's got a mind of its own.
I am trapped in this body, and there is nothing I can do about it.
The trouble with addiction is that you can park the car but you can never switch off the engine or stop yourself from hearing the revs.
Now if the harvest is over, And the world cold, Give me the bonus of laughter, As I lose hold.
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence?
So you are lean and mean and resourceful and you continue to walk on the edge of the precipice because over the years you have become fascinated by how close you can walk without losing your balance.
Just when you think you've got your life by the reins, that's when it's most likely to run away with you.
I can quickly go to a place where I worry about society spiralling out of control.
As will so often be the case when a men has a pen in his hand. It is like a club or sledge-hammer, - in using which, either for defence or attack, a man can hardly measure the strength of the blows he gives.
The rise of King Crimson was so fast that, to me, it felt as if it was going out of control. And it was going so fast that I couldn't keep up with what was happening.
I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that's why it's a sin. Because you're beating God at his own game.
I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?
I don't think [Parkinson's] is Gothic nastiness. There's nothing on the surface that's horrible about someone with a shaky hand. There's nothing horrible about someone in their life saying, "God, I'm really tired of this shaky hand thing" and me saying, "Me, too." That's our reality. We have no control over it.
I've taken up golf... or golf has taken me up.
Blood spurted from his nose. Okay, I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing.
To be on my very first spacewalk, to be outside, and to have contamination in my suit to the point that I couldn't see in either eye - that, I think, would cause some people to lose control.
Why is it, my shadow-striding friend, that we don't fear dreams? We lose consciousness, lose control, things happen with no apparent logic and abiding by no apparent rules.... We don't fear dreams, but we do fear madness, and death terrifies us.
