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

Metallica is a wonderful key to have on my key ring. I can go anywhere - it's great.

I'm always feeling like I don't belong, no matter where I am. So I'm just searching for a family nonstop, and sometimes I find it in the mosh pit, sometimes I find it when I'm doing some French TV show with the president's wife.

Every band that I've known that has done side projects or things like that - I don't respect them anymore.

Any time somebody is into your band that's a good thing. And if they're in a really cool, really popular band, that's a better thing.

We'd record a song that people liked and wanted to hear on the radio, and the radio wouldn't play it because it was too long. Or they wanted to edit it, which we wouldn't allow.

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.