I can't see myself singing the same song twice in a row. That's terrible.

The walls of pride are high and wide, can't see over to the other side.

I'm mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it's the only place where I'm happy.

You've got to lose your passion for dumbness.

Good intentions can be evil, both hands are full of grease. You know, sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

I've been sitting down studying the Art of Love. I think it will fit me like a glove.

Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.