“In the depths of the night, fear grips my heart. It paralyzes my mind. But most of all, I feel very, very alone”

But there are too many people that make so much money at the cost of lives of other humans and for no reason but to make the money.

If life is so meaningless, then why are we always bringing it up?

Did you know, in the entire universe, we are the only intelligent life forms thought to have a Miss Universe contest?

When we speak to God, we call it prayer; when God speaks back, we call it psychosis!

I was always drawn to more the social-expression-of-culture types.

I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.

People hire me to create some kind of archetype or some culture type, or something. I guess they accept whatever I come up with.

Truth is, I’ve always been selling out. The difference is that in the past, I looked like I had integrity because there were no buyers.

To me, “sexual freedom” means freedom from having to have sex.

I can handle reality in small doses, but as a lifestyle, it’s much too confining.

The phone company handles 84 billion calls a year-everything from kings, queens, and presidents to the scum of the earth.

The road to success is always under construction.

If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in the library?

I personally think we developed language because of our deep need to complain.

Reality is the leading cause of stress among those in touch with it.

I always wondered why somebody doesn’t do something about that. Then I realized I was somebody.

Healing will come from within, but I’ll make sure you never feel alone.

I enjoy playing a quintessential antihero. There’s something therapeutic about playing such characters. I know it sounds corny but I feel like I learn about myself when I play that characters.

Lovers, Lunatics and poets are made of same stuff.

Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.

Sometimes, I must admit, I’d like to have a second guitarist onstage with me, but it wouldn’t look right. I’d like to play for another 20 years, but I don’t know. I just can’t see it happening. I don’t know why. It’s a certain foreboding. A funny feeling. Vultures.

I still see you in my dreams, teasing my feelings and damaging my heart.

The way you dress is the billboard that tells perceptive people how you feel about yourself.

I don’t feel I have to top myself at all.