The run I was on made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, Richards, all of them look like droopy-eyed armless children.

Let's hook up and just bring fiery death.

People can't figure me out; they can't process me. I don't expect them to. You can't process me with a normal brain.

What they're not ready for is guys like you and I and Nails and all the other gnarly gnarlingtons in my life, that we are high priests, Vatican assassin warlocks. Boom. Print that, people. See where that goes.

You never have to look over your shoulder when you tell the truth. You never have to remember the details, because they are what they are. And you don't have to make sure your story matches everyone else's.

You should have read the directions before you showed up to the party.

You can't criticize Bob Dylan's singing. You have to respect Billy Joel as a brilliant poet. You can't tell me there's a better rock band ever than Led Zeppelin. And if you speak during the Eagles' "Last Resort," we're done. I'm just asking for seven minutes. This stuff really matters, you know.