I don't even know if I exist offstage.

There are more than enough to fight and oppose; why waste good time fighting the people you like?

Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

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

I'm tired again, I've tried again, and now my heart is full. And I just can't explain...so I won't even try to.

I always seem to be singing against the grain.

Each year of life brings us nearer to our decline, but I will continue to seek a listener until I'm dead in a ditch.