I've never gone for having a great voice, for cultivating one. I'm still not doing it now.

I'm sittin' on my watch so I can be on time.

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

The purpose of art is to stop time.

You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past - whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever.

We are singing today of the WIPE-OUT GANG - the WIPE-OUT GANG buys, owns & operates the Insanity Factory - if you do not know where the Insanity Factory is located, you should hereby take two steps to the right, paint your teeth & go to sleep.

You had no faith to lose and you know it.