At some point, you protest too much they think you're guilty just because you're protesting.
Beware of those angels with their wings glued on.
For a 6-foot-3 guy with no hair and a whiny voice, I've done all right.
You have to keep adapting to the times. If you kind of go with it, it can kind of fun.
A good artist is willing to die many times over. What's funny is, I've died so many times.
In the beginning, though, I have to admit that I did have a chip on my shoulder. I did want to prove everyone wrong. But after I went through the process and came out the other side, it wasn't about anyone else.