I would lock myself in my room and drink a case of Corona and smoke a load of pot.

Black illusion is all I ever see.

The ministry of fear that won't let you live. The ministry of grace that doesn't forgive.

Maybe it's not too late to learn how to love and forget how to hate.

I can honestly say, all the bad things that ever happened to me were directly, directly attributed to drugs and alcohol. I mean, I would never urinate at the Alamo at nine o'clock in the morning dressed in a woman's evening dress sober.

One thing that does confuse me, is that there are more religions in this world than ever, yet there's only sup­posed to be one God.

Condemned to violence, arrested by pain. Inside the soul lies a man insane.