Alcohol, Acid, Cocaine... They Were Just Affairs.

I Am The Outcast Come Home To Roost And The Eggs Of Tomorrow Are Incubating In My Fame. You Hate Me, You Love Me, You Made Me, And Now I Am In You. I Am Like That Disease Brewing In Your Loins And I Think You Like It.

When You've Tasted Excess, Everything Else Tastes Bland.

Artists Are Very Young, And Say, Um, Ok, To These Industry Dudes.

I Harbored A Lot Of Resentment As A Teenager And As A Young Adult. I Still Have A Problem With Authority, I'm Trying To Listen!

Creativity Is Not Linear, Just Like The Earth Is Not Flat....if You Keep Going Long Enough You Will Always Get Back To Where You Started From. That Is When You Have Lived A Full Life. That Is The Artist's Path.