Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years.
I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.
I've always quit jobs without telling the employer that I was quitting; I just wouldn't show up one day.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
Here we are now, entertain us.
I don't understand anything technical about music at all. I don't understand any of it, why you can't put these sounds together with those sounds. I only know what sounds good.