As The Dead Rise To Live, The

I Shot A Vein In My Neck And Coughed Up A Quaalude.

And No Kinds Of Love Are Better Than Others

It Always Bothers Me To See People Writing Rip When A Person Dies. It Just Feels So Insincere And Like A Cop Out. To Me, Rip Is The Microwave Dinner Of Posthumous Honours.

To Wish For The Crazy Times One Last Time And Freeze It In The Memory Of A Camera Is The Least A Great Artist Can Do.

I Dreamed That I Was Young And Smart, And It Was Not A Waste. I Dreamed That There Was A Point Of Life, And To The Human Race.