My dad had a very difficult life, a hard struggle all the time at work. I've always felt like I'm seeking his revenge.

Sometimes, at night you could hear the whole damn city crying.

I do a lot of curiosity buying; I buy it if I like the album cover, I buy it if I like the name of the band, anything that sparks my imagination. I still like to go to record stores, I like to just wander around and I'll buy whatever catches my attention.

Hey, little dolly with the blue jeans on, I want to ramrod with you, honey, 'til half past dawn.

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Or is it something worse?

Sister, I won't ask for forgiveness, my sins are all I have.

Elvis is my religion. But for him, I'd be selling encyclopedias right now.