To be honest, I've made a game out of trying to live through my James Dean, Janis Joplin, Freddie Prinze, Jim Morrison period, those demons that we all have that we're either successful or not at making work for us rather than destroy us.

If you live through the initial stage of fame and get past it, and remember thats not who you are. If you live past that, then you have a hope of maybe learning how to spell the word artist.

When it looks like I may live longer than five minutes I'll drop cigarettes like a hot potato.

Everything is designed to help you sell out.

I want you to be nice...until it's time to not be nice.

I'm trying to shut up and let my angels speak to me and tell me what I'm supposed to do.

If anybody had that cure out there like so many people swear to me they do, you'd be two things: you'd be very rich, and you'd be very famous. Otherwise, shut up.