I can remember being eight years old and having infinite possibilities. But life ends up being so much less that we thought it would be when we were kids, with relationships that are so empty and stupid and brutal. If you don't find a way to break the chain and change in some way, then you wind up, as the rhyme goes: a murder of one, for sorrow.

My life isn't necessarily more important than anyone else's: I'm just better in talking about it.

If you want to really love someone, you've got to let go and loosen up and just care.

I have a lot of problems understanding connections between people and how to negotiate that. It makes everything hard offstage.

It's impossible having five, six, seven people in a room being creative together and not fight, because you want to fight. It's the only way creativity works, if you all put your ideas in.

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where noone notices the contrast of white on white.

I'm really good in pain. I snapped my leg in half on stage and played a whole show. But I can't sit there with someone that loves me.