Bald / Soon Frühling / Spring Gefüllt / Filled Liebe / Love Oben / Up Versteckt / Hidden Wird / Becomes
Fritz Lang was one of my dearest, dearest friends. I loved working with him.
Love and pain become one in the same in the eyes of a wounded child.
In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.
I would love to do a comedy spoof, like a Spinal Tap kind of thing.
Yes I'm still working, but my life's no longer filled with it.
I love the process. It's like I've fallen in love with the process of trying to become great.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
I don't have to look up my family tree, because I know that I'm the sap.
I love the smell of juice boxes in the morning.
