I didn't know it was anger until they told me that it was, like with destruction and all that. But I believe everybody should have like a room where they can get rid of all their releases, where they can do their releases at. So my room is a stage.

Every city in the world always has a gang, a street gang, or the so-called outcasts.

It all has to come from inside, though, I guess.

I've been imitated so well I've heard people copy my mistakes.

Don't use your brain to play it, let your feelings guide your fingers.

I want to get up in the morning and just roll over in my bed into an indoor swimming pool. And then swim to the breakfast table.

Manic depression is a frustratin' mess.