I don't like the word rock opera, but I'm trying to write on that level that's reserved for plays still, or novels.

Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride.

Life's like a mayonnaise soda.

Rock & roll is so great, people should start dying for it. You don't understand. The music gave you back your beat so you could dream...The people just have to die for the music. People are dying for everything else, so why not for music? Die for it. Isn't it pretty? Wouldn't you die for something pretty?

I am very emotionally affected by sound. Sounds are the inexplicable... There is a sound you hear in your head, it's your nerves, or your blood running.

Herpes, AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle. Better check that sausage before you put it in the waffle.

Sound is more than just noise. Ordered sound is music. My life is music.