The 'Ponyboy' single is coming out next because it's the other bit of the pole of the record. Sort of everything I'm interested in happens on that axis - everything I'm interested in this material happens on that axis, and so I was really excited to tour 'It's Okay to Cry' and 'Ponyboy.'

The dreadful thing about getting older is you cry at the drop of a hat.

Life was so easy as a child, maybe you fall over and you cry but you get back up again.

Never cry over spilt milk, because it may have been poisoned.

Getting a tattoo would probably make me cry.

I like the idea of sort of being able to stick a pin in something and deflate it with humor and just get a laugh, otherwise we'll cry.

I don't cry unless it's personal.

It's a lot more fun for actors to cry and rant and rave, or have a drug problem or a drinking problem.

I'm not much of a crier, actually. You know, I tend to cry and get sappy on planes.

I used music as therapy and embraced being a cry baby.

I cry fairly regularly, it's important to let it out.

I don't really believe in palm readers and crystal balls and tarot cards, but I respond to the need for them.

I tried to make a 'When Doves Cry' in a rap version. I used a lot of instruments and I broke it down like I thought Prince would do, and that's the song I sent to Big Boi.

I've been camping and stuff, but if you left me in the woods I'd probably just curl up and cry until someone found me.

My No. 1 is Johnny Depp, ever since 'Cry Baby.' He had my heart.

The two things that matter the most to me: emotional resonance and rocket launchers. Party of Five, a brilliant show, and often made me cry uncontrollably, suffered ultimately from a lack of rocket launchers.

The abandoned infant's cry is rage, not fear.

One doesn't have to pursue unhappiness. It comes to you. You come into the world screaming. You cry when you're born because your lungs expand. You breathe. I think that's really kind of significant. You come into the world crying, and it's a sign that you're alive.

We thrust our fingers into our ears to stop its moan; but it was no good; the cry cut like a drill into our heads, dragging minutes into hours, hours into years. We withered and grew old between those cries.

The cry of equality pulls everyone down.