Black illusion is all I ever see.

I don't know if I'm a medium for some outside source. Whatever it is, frankly, I hope it's not what I think … Satan.

L.A.'s not a good place to grow old.

I'd rather see twenty thousand smiling faces than twenty thousand crying people.

Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most.

Just another lonely broken hero picking up the pieces of my mind. Running out of faith and hope and reason, I'm running out of time.

Nobody tells me f-k all!