The devil, he's about this big. He had a red suit on and a widow's peak, and then a pointed tail, and like a sulfur reek. Yes, it was him alright, I swear.

It's a despicable thing to share your personal inner torment for money.

My English teacher, he's like, he's like Mr. Bu-fu.

My balls feel like a pair of maracas.

The rock and roll business is pretty absurd, but the world of serious music is much worse.

Outdoors for me is walking from the car to the ticket desk at the airport

The disgusting stink of a too-loud electric guitar; now that's my idea of a good time.