When I'm stuck for a closing to a lyric, I will drag out my last resort: overwhelming illogic.

If we could be heroes, if just for one day.

I'm really quite bipolar, and the depressed times, when everything felt like night, sometimes you get to such a low point that you physically beat at it until it bleeds - as you would say - bleeds till sunshine.

I think music should be tarted up, made into a prostitute, a parody of itself. It should be the clown, the Pierrot medium.

You can't go on stage and live - it's false all the way. I can't stand the premise of going out in jeans and a guitar and looking as real as you can in front of 18,000 people. I mean, it's not normal!

I think the first song I ever wrote ... was called "Can't Help Thinking About Me." That's an illuminating little piece, isn't it?

I didn't say that wearing a glamorization of the rock artist was any truer from the other thing.