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

My vocals are bad, I can't sing, hey man, I wouldn't ask you to do a drum roll if your arm was falling off.

Sleep my friend, and you will see that dream is my reality.

I'd much rather talk about guitar playing. I hate it when people ask me about my lyrics. I always feel like telling them to just go and read them.

Most of my guitars have been instruments that look cool. I'm not picky. I never think, 'Oh, this neck isn't made of ebony,' or, 'These strings don't feel correct.' It doesn't matter too much.

My lifestyle determines my deathstyle.

Nothing's really a prized possession except my family, you know?