You know, when you're relaxed, you're putting it out there, and then it comes, oh, I can do that.

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

The currents rage so deep upon us, this is the age of video violence.

I have no control over the audience. I have no idea what they think. My heart's pure. I can't do anything. I really can't do anything. I don't know what goes on in the crowd.

I dreamed that I was young and smart, and it was not a waste. I dreamed that there was a point of life, and to the human race.

I've made love to my mother, killed my father, and my brother. What am I to do?

You know the expression 'God protects fools and drunks'? I qualify for both.