“I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics.”

The more you open up, the more you get hurt. So basically, I’m just riddled with scars and I just don’t want any more.

Love of my life, you’ve hurt me. You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me. Love of my life, can’t you see? Bring it back, bring it back, and don’t take it away from me, because you don’t know what it means to me.

I never thought of myself as the leader, the most important person, perhaps.

I do not have love does not mean I don’t have anybody.

The bigger, the better; in everything.

If we’re weird onstage, I don’t know what you’d call the Tubes.

Oh, I was not made for heaven. No, I don’t want to go to heaven. Hell is much better. Think of all the interesting people you’re going to meet down there.

Does it mean this, does it mean that that’s all anybody wants to know? I’d say what any decent poet would say if anyone dared ask him to analyze his work: if you see it, darling, then it’s there!

I was born to love you with every single beat of my heart. I was born to take care of you every single day of my life.

Excess is part of my nature. Dullness is a disease. I really need danger and excitement. I’m never scared of putting myself out on a limb.

I’m hopeless with money; I simply spend what I’ve got.

We are the Champions.

I don’t want to die, so sometimes I think it would have been better if I had never been born.

I want to lead the Victorian life, surrounded by exquisite clutter.

Whatever I am doing, I am not doing it for money but for music.

I’m a very emotional person, a person of real extremes, and that’s often destructive both to me and others.

I’ve always loved to prove people wrong. I want to be able to cross color lines, because in music, there really is no barrier.

You can study orchestration, you can study harmony and theory and everything else, but melodies come straight from God.

I’m a word freak. I like words. I’ve always compared writing to music. That’s the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it’s like music.

If I don’t have a mother, I’ll let music be my mother.

Using your voice is so punk rock.

The only art I’ll ever study is stuff I can steal from.

Sometimes it takes a tragedy to bring people together, Other times it just takes music.

I hate albums that are really happy. When I am really happy, I don’t like to hear happy albums, and when I am really sad I don’t wanna hear happy albums… and I tend to gravitate towards the lonely and isolated anyway when I write.