There are people who have lost every trace of human kindness.

Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts.

Advice is cheap; you can take it from me.

People pay a lot of money to go see shows now, they don't wanna know about your technical problems, or if you're not feeling good, they don't wanna know we have a glitch. It's their night, you better do something to earn that money.

Forced to recognize our inhumanity, our reason coexists with our insanity. And though we choose between reality and madness, it's either sadness or euphoria.

I see the children with their boredom and their vacant stares.

You've got yoga, I've got beer. You got overpriced, I got weird.