Even if you don't believe in God, exploring fully the idea of a God or Gods should pose no threat to you.

I mean, I'm certainly not a 'teaophyte,' or whatever the word would be.

I've rarely done anything that's overtly self-destructive without consciously knowing what I'm doing. And then of course, the astute journalist jumps forward and says, "Why are you being calculated?" Calculated seems to assume a sinister intent. My intent is always for artistic effect.

I've had a lot of things rendered as not being effective or as some indication of my lack of sanity, only to be praised ten, fifteen, twenty years later for what I did once in this overt consciousness.

My step-mom would tell me that she would get complaints from adults that I stared too much at them.

We've turned into a whining society.

I met Scott Stapp when the band was first coming up, great guy. I haven't seen him for years, but a great guy.