When you think the night has seen your mind, That inside your twisted and unkind, Let me stand to show that you are blind. Please put down you hands cause I see you. I'll be you mirror.

I'd harbored hopes that the intelligence that once inhabited novels or films would ingest rock. I was, perhaps, wrong.

When I record an album I'm trying to get as close as possible to that perfect moment.

I cleaned up my act because otherwise I would have kicked the bucket.

I want the principles of a timeless muse, I want to eradicate my negative views.

I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood, just like these redneck lunatics I see at the local bar with their tribe of mutant inbred piglets.

It's the music that kept us all intact, kept us from going crazy.