When I listen to gospel singers pouring their heart out to God, it's the act of pouring their hearts out that interests me.

That is not all I need. I need dogs. A house filled with dogs and a smart, funny, kind, loving girlfriend or wife.

These new metal bands are going out, getting drunk and going to strip clubs, and they'll be doing the same in thirty years. There isn't even an interesting self-destructive quality to it . . . it's just dumb.

The moment that you impose your will on another person or animal, that's when we are allowed to say you have committed an ethical breach.

Honestly, the most vulnerable part of my life is probably just honest expression, as cliché as that might sound.

The young have to kill the old. The young, if they want to achieve their own platform, have to diminish the reputations of the ones that have gone before. That's how life works.

I'm straight, but I love going to house music clubs and flirting with women and gay men.