I think there's something peculiar about me that I haven't died. It doesn't make sense but I refuse to die.

We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

I truly have a great love for an audience, and I used to want to prove it to them by giving them blood.

There have been times when I have deliberately tried to take my life... I think I must have been crying for some attention.

The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.

People en masse have always been wonderful to me. I truly have a great love for an audience...I want to give them two hours of just pow.

If I am a legend, then why am I so lonely?