War hurts. It hurts no matter which sides the bombs are falling on.

I'm not having to show off or make a point about how good I am at doing something. I think I've always kind of been that way.

Die on a hilltop... eyeing the crows... waiting for your lids to close... but you want to watch as they peck your flesh... Ironic that they go for the eyes first.

Gave her love away, put it in my pocket when it should of been framed!

I don't need drugs to make my life tragic.

When I was 13, I got my first guitar, and I could sort of play Ted Nugent songs, but I couldn't play the solos. But I could play along with entire Ramones songs.

It's an art to live with pain... mix the light into gray.