I smash guitars because I like them.

Tough boys running the streets, come a little closer. Rough toys under the sheets, nobody knows her.

Songwriting is best. It's the hardest ... finest ... tightest. It also requires the most discipline.

It's sad when people break up.

Young and old will sit and judge unfeeling, while the empty churches' bells are pealing. And the green hills lay ignored, untended, lonely watchers remain unbefriended.

Give blood, but you may find that blood is not enough.

Looking back, I don't know why we needed it to be quite so loud all the time.