I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

I don't blame the average seventeen-year-old punk-rock kid for calling me a sellout. I understand that. And maybe when they grow up a little bit, they'll realize there's more things to life than living out your rock & roll identity so righteously.

I've always quit jobs without telling the employer that I was quitting; I just wouldn't show up one day.

I was looking for something a lot heavier, yet melodic at the same time. Something different from heavy metal, a different attitude.

I've never been more confused in my life, but at the same time I've never been more satisfied with what we've done.

My father is incapable of showing much affection, or even of carrying on a conversation. I didn't want to have a relationship with him just because he's my blood relative. It would bore me.

Total peace after death, becoming someone else, is the best hope I've got.