Dying, dying, someone told me just recently, dying is easy. Living is hard. For everyone.

Nothing can duplicate the sheer power and feeling you get from standing in front of your amp and bashing on your guitar.

Every breath I take becomes deeper, and I become more confident of myself without my crutches. The lies I've filled my body and soul with aren't needed anymore. They're not welcome. I choose to live, not just exist.

We discovered how much money influences certain things work in United States. How things might seem okay on the outside, but internally, they're corrupt.

When people start copying your style, you know that something must be happening.

I choose to live, not just exist.

There is something powerful in Metallica, a will, a drive.