Knowledge without mileage equals bullshit.

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.

Some people tell me that they like what I do, which is great, of course. The perfect irony and truth is that I need them much more than they need me.

Cynicism is only intellectual sloth.

I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.

I feel pain everyday of my life. When you see me perform, it's that pain you're seeing coming out. I put all my emotions, all my feelings, and my body on the line. People hurt me, I hurt myself - mentally, physically

Misery, depression, elation all mine, refine confinement all my design.