Music is a safe kind of high.

Purple haze all in my eyes, don't know if it's day or night. You got me blowin', blowin' my mind. Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?

This is your life - you must die by yourself, so for heaven's sake, live for yourself and no one else. . . .

There'll be no smoking in the gas chamber.

Rock is so much fun. That's what it's all about - filling up the chest cavities and empty kneecaps and elbows.

Oh say, can you see, it's really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.

Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand? I'm going out to find my woman, caught her messing around with another man.