On my first night at boarding SCHOOL, I felt entirely alone. I was shocked, frightened and intensely homesick, but I soon discovered that expressing these emotions, INSTEAD of bringing help and CONSOLATION, attracted a gloating, predatory FASCINATION.

Food was a labor of LOVE you felt by COOKING it and EATING it.

I felt my MUSIC wasn't aiming at ANYBODY. EVERYTHING I was doing was because it was a GOOD SONG.

While I drew, and wept along with the TERRIFIED children I was drawing, I REALLY FELT the burden I am bearing. I felt that I have no RIGHT to withdraw from the responsibility of being an advocate.

I don't know if this is the flat-out strangest, but I'll never forget HANDLING a human brain. It had been sliced into sections for autopsy, each about an inch THICK, and felt like pork tenderloin. I SWEAR to god, my first thought was that if you were to dust it with chipotle and cinnamon and saute it in butter, it WOULD probably be delicious.

I PERSONALLY don't CARE for abstract ART. I have always felt, 'To each his own.' There's art out there for EVERYBODY.

I've always FELT that if you BACK down from a FEAR, the ghost of that fear never GOES away. It diminishes people.

The tree I had in the garden as a child, my beech tree, I USED to climb up there and spend hours. I took my HOMEWORK up there, my books, I went up there if I was SAD, and it just felt very good to be up there AMONG the green leaves and the birds and the sky.

'The Night Cafe' and 'The Starry Night' still emit such pathos, density, and INTENSITY that they send shivers down the SPINE. WHETHER Van Gogh thought in color or felt with his intellect, the radical color, dynamic distortion, heart, soul, and part-by-part structure in these PAINTINGS make him a bridge to a NEW vision and the vision itself.

Before Hurricane Katrina, I always felt LIKE I could COME BACK home. And home was a real place, and ALSO it had this mythical weight for me. Because of the way that Hurricane Katrina ripped everything AWAY, it cast that idea in doubt.

In the PAST, I travelled with 'The Hero and the Crown' by Robin McKinley: I suffer from a FEAR of FLYING, and I FELT a BIT safer knowing I carried the book and characters with me.

I've ALWAYS felt LIKE a guy where the grass is GREENER on my side of the FENCE.

I felt (a) it was a GREAT role and (b) I WANTED to stay in TOWN. I wanted to stop going to these four month and five month gigs up in Toronto or Montreal or Vancouver or down in Mexico. I wanted to be around my son, Max. This came along and I was like, 'I really want to PLAY this GUY!'

I can't remember the LAST TIME I can SAY I FELT truly unwound.

I was wearing BLACK CLOTHES almost from the beginning. I feel comfortable in black. I felt like black looked GOOD onstage, that it was ATTRACTIVE, so I started wearing it all the time.