I beg young people to travel.

I wonder if the guy at the gun store would give me a discount on the bullets I'll need if I told him what I was up to.

I simply cannot understand how any parent could kill themselves.

Just understand that the end began long ago We got here just in time Look All the squares in the sidewalks were already there All these strangers have more money than you do All the good riffs have been taken And everyone is so scared Murder is commonplace I don't even flinch at the gunshots outside my window I feel lonely without them

You can pass all the gun legislation you want. None of it will make me feel any more or less safe than I do right at this moment.

I would never be innovative enough to "blaze my own trail," I'm just trying to be interesting. So I don't look to anyone else as far as inspiration.

No time for drug addiction, no time for smoke or booze. Too strong for a shortened life span, I've got no time to lose.