About six months ago, I listened to Siamese Dream. That was the first time I'd ever really heard my own album, because I had separated from the experience of making the record. And it really moved me. It made me cry, it's so beautiful.

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

I never seemed to fit in. But it made me try to strive for things ten times harder.

That's the real endeavor: to try to create that direct conduit from the pure consciousness of your creative voice to the person who's a craftsman who can go into the world and consistently deliver new things worth paying attention to.

You can only be this high-powered mojo rock band for so long, then you just can't look people in the eye. So, we've projected our own demise.

At some point, you protest too much they think you're guilty just because you're protesting.

Compliments and criticism are all ultimately based on some form of projection.