It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. You'd wake up in a concert and think, Wow, how did I get here?

When I cannot sing my heart, I can only speak my mind.

When you're drowning, you don't say 'I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,' you just scream.

I wanna hold your gland.

Jesus was all right, but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It's them twisting it that ruins it for me.

My original idea for the cover was better - decapitate Paul - but he wouldn't go along with it.

Imagine no possessions; I wonder if you can.