None of us is perfect. Everyone has got a skeleton in the closet that they don't want people to find out. I just let it go, with a bit of humor.

I'd like to sing songs that are mellower. I don't want to be screaming when I'm 60.

As I'm getting older a lot of my friends I used to go out and party with, they're all dead. The fact that I've been through that, I'm not proud of the fact that I've been through all that, but it's part of my journey. I'm lucky to be alive. I'm lucky to be playing music.

The bike went up in the air and landed on my back. It broke my neck, smashed my collarbone and splinters of bone severed my main artery. My lung filled up with blood. I severed my nerves and to this day I have no feeling there.

A foolish picture I live in disgust, degradation being eaten by lust.

There are no unbeatable odds, there are no believable gods.

Evil thoughts and evil doing, cold, alone, you hang in ruins.