Frankly, I have always dreaded writing - there always seemed to be pain involved, unpleasant self-examination and a lot of fear.

This isn't meant to last. This is for right now.

Perfect little dream, The kind that hurts the most.

I do actually believe in love. I can't say that I'm 100 percent successful in that department, but I think it's one of the few worthwhile human experiences. It's cooler than anything I can think of right now.

If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself, I would find a way.

God is dead, and no one cares! If there is a hell I'll see you there!

I've got a canvas, I've got a scene, let’s fill that with sound.