Our Lives Are Merely Trees Of Possibilities.

I Feel There Is A Curse On Rock Stars.

If God Were To Appear In My Room, Obviously I Would Be In Awe, But I Don't Think I Would Be Humble. I Might Cry, But I Think He Would Dig Me Like Crazy.

I Think I Am A Child. Everything Blows My Mind.

There Is So Little Time For Us All; I Need To Be Able To Say What I Want Quickly And To As Many People As Possible.

We Have A Very Good Head Thing But We Don't Make Love.