Saint Quotes

My mom was a saint. She taught me to be terminally nice.

My treatment ended in March/April of '08. It wasn't until the end of that summer that I started to feel I wasn't depressed. Even when I went on vacation to Saint Lucia, I was kind of depressed, even though it was such a beautiful place.

The difference between a saint and a hypocrite is that one lies for his religion, the other by it.

I find it grotesque when clothes hit you in the face and there's no room for fault. But I don't expect to turn things around all by myself. I'm not a saint.