I find shoes difficult to be ethical about.

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

I don't even know if I exist offstage.

There's so much destruction all over the world - and all you can do is complain about ME!

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

I am stuck in the dream of an album that sells well not because of marketing, but because people like the songs.

How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME.