“Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.”

We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves

Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you’re doing something.

Guileless and without vanity, we were still in love with ourselves then.

When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.

I wonder why people like to believe I’m high all the time. I guess . . . maybe they think someone else can take their trip for them.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near.

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It’s their security..

That unknown was once very well known. It’s where our souls belong….

Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

You get to love your pretense…It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act…

Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.

How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio.

Music is your only friend until the end…

Obviously that can only work at moments. It can’t be a lasting thing.

Take it easy baby, take it as it comes – specialize in having fun!

I hire people that are good, and aren’t crazy. Or assholes. Because that takes up too much time. There are just as many good people who are not crazy.

One of the most heinous, insidious lies is the notion that you have to be an asshole to be a successful business person.

A drug is not bad. A drug is a chemical compound. The problem comes in when people who take drugs treat them like a license to behave like an asshole.

I’m not mad. I’m in a perfectly happy mood, you asshole.

After I quit drinking, I realized I am the same asshole I always was; I just have fewer dents in my car.

I wonder what chairs think about all day: “Oh, here comes another asshole