“Dreaming of the person you want to be is wasting the person you already are.”

I am not well read, but when I do read, I read well.

Nobody dies a virgin. Life fucks us all.

Music is energy. A mood, atmosphere. Feeling.

Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t after you.

It’s better to burn out than to fade away.

We’re so trendy we can’t even escape ourselves.

If you die you’re completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on.

Punk is musical freedom. It’s saying, doing and playing what you want. In Webster’s terms, ‘nirvana’ means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world, and that’s pretty close to my definition of Punk Rock.

Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.

I’m not like them, but I can pretend.

I really miss being able to blend in with people.

Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with your self esteem.

No one is afraid of heights, they’re afraid of falling down. No one is afraid of saying I love you, they’re afraid of the answer.

I would like to get rid of the homophobes, sexists, and racists in our audience. I know they’re out there and it really bothers me.

You do learn things and one of them is that happiness has nothing to do with validation from other people, the important thing is being happy with yourself.

I like to complain and do nothing to make things better.

So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope.

Hold onto your dreams ’cause they’re always worth havin’. Hold on to your dreams til the day your life is said and done.

Half of the people can be part right all of the time, Some of the people can be all right part of the time. I think Abraham Lincoln said that. ‘I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,’ I said that.

I would love to someday do a play. I did one when I was very young in San Francisco, where I grew up. A girl can dream.

If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.

War is an ill thing, as I surely know. But ‘twould be an ill world for weaponless dreamers if evil men were not now and then slain.

I’m really living my dream so if I were to change anything up, I probably wouldn’t be where I am.

It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.