When you pass through the fire, you pass through humble.
You can't beat two guitars, bass, and drums.
The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.
There's only X amount of time. You can do whatever you want with that time. It's your time.
You do what you love, or you get arrested.
I try very much, whenever I do projects, whatever it is, there's only one thing on my mind, only one thing.