Don't push me I've got a corner at my back I've nowhere to go except over you.

If some band sucks, you're going to have to find out about it for yourself, because I don't have the interest in issuing warnings.

I come from a town of great musicians: Washington, D.C. It's no joke, that history.

Most of the writers I like just intimidate and humble me but in that there's a good deal of inspiration to be had as well.

I have come to the conclusion that it's a waste of time to have too much pride in anything. Perhaps it's good to have a sense of duty, a jealous zeal to protect or improve, but pride ultimately is only that which stands vulnerable to offense and degradation.

I could fall in love with a cruel desert that kills without passion, a canyon full of scorpions, one thousand blinding arctic storms, a century sealed in a cave, a river of molten salt flowing down my throat. But never with you.

We should treat each other better. Why in the hell would you still have racism? This ancient, moronic hatred? Why does our foreign policy have to always involve so much death and so much death of innocent people as a matter of course, to the point to where no one bothers to say anything. I guess a lot of people don't want to move forward. It's frustrating at times.