I ran into the preacher, said God was on my side, then I ran into the hangman.

The punches came fast and hard, lying on my back in the school yard.

Studios are passe for me. I'd rather play in a garage, in a truck, or a rehearsal hall, a club, or a basement.

A job is never truly finished. It just reaches a stage where it can be left on its own for a while.

My career is built around a pattern that just keeps repeating itself over and over again. There's nothing surprising about it at all. My changes are as easy to predict as the sun coming up and down.

Starts out slow and then fizzles out altogether.

Instead of cursing the darkness, light a candle for where we're going. There's something ahead worth fighting for.