Emptiness has its solace in that there's nothing left to take.

We're led by denial like lambs to slaughter, serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water.

Some people's minds we're not going to change. But if we can't, we need to bring more positive voices into the discussion.

Life is a sleazy stranger, who looks vaguely familiar; flirting with a bimbo named disaster at the end of the bar.

The way I play guitar is very, very hard and I bloody myself incredibly without the tape. And the nails are my picks.

fate is not just whose cooking smells good, but which way the wind blows

And thoughts of no other man but you could possibly get through the picket lines to enter into my mind.