“I don’t know where hell is … another dimension, perhaps, or another plane of reality.”

Demons don’t play by the rules. They lie and they cheat and they stab in the back.

As for getting there … it’s a choice between sinning and being tricked by demons It’s a plane of evil … despair … and magic of the foulest kind.

I don’t want to jump to any conclusions, but look: Dinosaurs and man, two species separated by sixty-five million years of evolution have just been suddenly thrown back into the mix together. How can we possibly have the slightest idea what to expect?

I only want to sleep . . . and never wake.

Besides… next to giving pain my favourite sport’s to feel it.

Well, the world has changed so radically, and we’re all running to catch up.

Reverse Darwinism: survival of the most idiotic.

It hurts! It throbs with pain, the like of which I never felt the half! Mortal flesh would scream again . . . yet demon spirit bids to laugh

Blood is drawn! I am impressed-though my hell-spawned powers will heal it!

How can we possibly have the slightest idea what to expect?

Whereas if I wrote a movie script, chances are better than even that I’d just be another guy in L.A. with a movie script in his drawer.

Don’t bring your sand toys to the park. That’s another bad move. Because I go to the park, and I’m on the Vicodin and a little weed too – let’s face it – and I go in there, and my wife’s like.

I can’t take another day of this.

Don’t be just another guy going down the street and going nowhere.

I had to do another couple of albums about this idiot. Then I had to play in front of 37 people. It was horrible. I was crying. I was freaked out.

I don’t think the discus will ever attract any interest until they let us start throwing them at one another.

Never break another man’s rice bowl.

It takes loneliness in oneself to recognize it in another.