I'm Not Much Of An Improv Guy.

This Is My Own Little Rock Theory: In My Mind, Nirvana Slayed The Hair Bands. They Shot The Top Off The Poodles.

Musicians Should Not Play Music. Music Should Play Musicians.

Want A Good Body? Work At It. Want To Be A Success? Work At It. Want To Be Truly Exceptional? Be A Touch Insane... You Need A Little Bit Of Insanity To Do Great Things.

What I Felt For You Was A Combination Of Respect And Affection. There Was A Closeness I Felt Through Intimate Interaction. The Affection Part Is All Over With. All That Remains Is The Respect. If I Put My Arms Around You And Told You That I Missed You, I Would Be Lying. You're Alright With Me And I Wish You Well. But You're Not Me And That Makes You One Of Them And You Can Only Get So Close.

I Don't Really Write For Fun; It's Not An Enjoyable Experience. For Me, Art, Or Whatever The Hell It Is I Do, Has Always Been A Refuge From That Which Makes Me Want To Tear My Lungs Out. That's Why I Play Like I Play; I'm Not Into Entertainment.