The day is done. I'm having fun. I think I'm dumb. Or maybe just happy.

I don’t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it’s better to burn out than to fade away.

I don't care what you think unless it is about me...

I'm really interested in smells. I think I'd like to own a perfumery someday.

I would love to be erased from our association with Pearl Jam or the Nymphs and other first time offenders.

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.

She eyes me like a pisces.