I have no love for myself as a human being, but I have immense pride in the music I make.

I'd rather produce art than become art.

I'd love to...but only with you.

I see the world, it makes me puke, But then I look at you and know, that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.

Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme.

I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting.

It begins in the heart...and it hurts when it's true. It only hurts because it's true.