Well I was born a rambler friends, and I intend to die that way. It could be twenty years from now it could be most any day. But if there ain't no whiskey and wimen lord behind those heavenly doors, I'm gonna take my chances down below and of that you can be sure.

Sorrow and solitude, these are the precious things/ And the only words that are worth remembering.

I don't know why I write really depressing songs. I'm a kind of melancholy guy, I suppose. But I figure I'm about normal.

I'd like to write some songs that are so good that nobody understands them. Not even myself.

Im the mold that grunge was grown in.

Now you wear your skin like iron

Human's can't live in the present as animals do; they just live in the present. But human's are always thinking about the future or the past.