I Stare At Myself In The Mirror

The Nut Of The Thing Is That If What You Make Is Hard Like A Diamond, You Can Put It Anywhere. You Can Put It Up Your And It Will Still Be Beautiful.

I Find It Hard To Focus Looking Forward. So I Look Backward.

I'm Not The Kind Of Person That Likes To Be Dependent.

My Mom Was A Saint. She Taught Me To Be Terminally Nice.

I Don't Get My Bliss By Listening Over And Over To People In The Street Thinking, "boy, Is It That Good?" Even Though Every Time I Hear It That's What I Think. But I Get It In Human Situations. There Is This Little Voice That Is Going, "the Reason You're Able To Enjoy Your Life Now Is That You Made It In Rock'n'roll And People Are Giving You Free Visas All Over The Place. Dude, You Are Being Spoiled".