Kenny Hickey famous quotes

I hate crowds of people pretending to be happy on one night of the year, where they get drunk and obnoxious by the end of the night.
-- Kenny Hickey

#Hate #Night #Years

We've always had a dark atmosphere to our performances, so it sort of developed along those ways.
-- Kenny Hickey

#Dark #Atmosphere #Way

Also there's two sides of it, I mean, a band like us, at our level and the way we have to promote ourselves and usually radio just completely turns their back on us, at the same time I think Mp3s help promote us somewhat, spreading the word about the album and stuff.
-- Kenny Hickey

#Mean #Thinking #Mp3

I think it's just a lack of ability, we're incapable of writing hits.
-- Kenny Hickey

#Writing #Thinking #Ability

I'm a recovering alcoholic so I should be home.
-- Kenny Hickey

#Home #Should #Recovering

It wasn't so much of a controlled effort to end up as part of the Goth scene.
-- Kenny Hickey

#Effort #Goth #Scene

I look at is as one single entity. I dehumanize the audience. This way, I don't get nervous, you know?
-- Kenny Hickey

#Looks #Way #Nervous

This filthy twentieth century. I hate its guts.

Staying with him. Letting him touch you, hold you, GOD. It's eating me alive. You may be keeping Sawyer from hating me but you're only making me hate him

Fear less, hope more. Eat less, chew more. Talk less, say more. Hate less, love more...

Harriet, Hi! Light of my eye! Come to the pictures and have a good cry, For it's jolly old Saturday, Mad-as-a-hatter-day, Nothing-much-matter-day-night!

I'm nothing you can catch now. I am black powder, I am singe, I am the bomb that bursts the night.

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.

Josh: So, Toby, it’s election night. What do you say about a country that goes out of its way to protect even those citizens that try to destroy it? Toby: God bless America.

Last night I'd made love to a woman for the first and last time. It had been amazing and I had a memory that would shape the rest of my life.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.

I am shy to admit that I have followed the advice given all those years ago by a wise archbishop to a bewildered young man: that moments of unbelief 'don't matter,' that if you return to a practice of the faith, faith will return.