I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage. I found that just surviving was a noble fight.

I don't belong in limos or private jets or on stage with people cheering me but that's what's kept me grounded because I know it's not right.

Hot funk, cold punk, even if it's old junk, it's still rock and roll to me.

I took a fresh pack of Luckies, a mint called Sen-Sen, my old man's Trojans.

I can't remember faces, don't remember names, but after awhile and a thousand miles it all becomes the same.

This is our moment, here at the cross-roads of time. Time is relentless and as the past dissappears, we're on the verge of all things new.

As an atheist you have to rationalize things... Then you have to try and make some sort of sense out of your problems. And if you try and find you can't, you have no choice but to be good and scared -- but that's okay!