You learn who your friends are when the sh-t hits the fan.
Won't you ride my white horse?
In the Seventies I was so scared I wouldn't go on stage.
I keep hearing this [expletive] thing that guns don't kill people, but people kill people. If that's the case, why do we give people guns when they go to war? Why not just send the people?
I've got many, many demons that affect me on many, many levels.
I have no faith in my ability to judge things.