You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.

Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.

It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.

So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.

They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.

To create art means to be crazy alone forever.