When the Iron doesn't want to come off the mat, it's the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn't teach you anything.

She touches me The jungle lights up with incinerating fire Looks like a flaming serpent I look into her eyes I see a movie flickering Car crashes People kicking corpses Men ripping their tracheas out and shaking them at the sky I think to myself: I don’t want to survive this one I want to burn up in the wreckage Cooking flesh in the jungle

I don't wish to be anything more or less than what I am. If this is how it is, then so be it.

Someone like Ashlee Simpson, she lip-synchs on 'Saturday Night Live,' gets totally called out la Milli Vanilli, and no one really cares that much. It doesn't make me hate Ashlee; she's just taking instructions.

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 am the assasin of my dreams.

If I hear, 'Be afraid of Tehran,' I'm like, 'I'd better go to Tehran.'