Research, Research, Research. It Means Everything.

I Try Very Much, Whenever I Do Projects, Whatever It Is, There's Only One Thing On My Mind, Only One Thing.

You're A Musician: You Play. That's What You Do.

The Sickness Of The Mother Runs On Through The Girl, Leaving Her Small And Helpless. Liquor Flies Through Her Brain With The Force Of A Gun, Leaving Her Running In Circles.

Me, I've Concentrated On Music Pretty Much To The Exclusion Of Other Things.

Let's Do What You Fear Most That From Which You Recoil But Which Still Makes Your Eyes Moist