Mother beat the hell out of us. She'd have wild outbursts.
Yeah, I was a pretty good kid, you know, I was - I was- I was an overachiever and I worked very hard, played a hell of a fiddle.
If I were overweight because I ate too much, I would have far more of a complex. I would know if I just stopped eating and showed a little discipline I would be thin. But there's not a hell of a lot I can do about being short. You just gotta run with it.
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.
It's always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a hell it is. And it's always the war widows who lead the Memorial Day parades.
Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.
Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.
An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.
A fool's paradise is a wise man's hell!
After five years in prison, five years on parole, and a total of 10 years of being in hell, I can look back on it all and say I played in four NFL games. It's incredible.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
I rode on a plane a couple years ago with Snow Patrol and didn't know who the hell they were. They said they were big fans of mine and were playing Madison Square Garden. And they let me listen to one of their records on their iPod. I started to weep.
The first time I met Patti Smith was in a laundromat. We knew some of the same people, including Richard Hell.
Any body of men who believe in hell will persecute whenever they have the power.
If we had more hell in the pulpit, we would have less hell in the pew.
Women is fine once you got em pinned down, boss, but when they ain't pinned down they're hell.
I did make a solo album in my house when I was there. And because I was just afraid of flying, I wouldn't promote it, and I wouldn't tour. Actually, it wasn't a very good album anyway - it got buried underneath the pits of Hell, I suppose.
Idleness of the mind is much worse than that of the body: wit, without employment, is a disease - the rust of the soul, a plague, a hell itself.
Like most playwrights, I hate talkbacks with a passion that can burn a hole through hell.
If you want to study the social and political history of modern nations, study hell.
