Because as an only child, you have your own little world.

Once you take yourself too seriously the art will suffer.

Actors have these delicate appendages called Egos.

We're just four guys and we are enjoying what we're doing with Tool.

Today's woman puts on wigs, fake eyelashes, false nails, sixteen pounds of make-up/shadows/blushes/creams, living bras, various pads that would make a linebacker envious, has implants and assorted other surgeries, then complains that she cannot find a 'real' man

Standing above the crowd, He had a voice so strong and loud And I swallowed his façade 'cause I'm so Eager to identify with Someone above the ground, Someone who seemed to feel the same, Someone prepared to lead the way, with Someone who would die for me.

We're five people, five individuals who came together to create something, to make music and to complete each other musically, to form a perfect circle.