I think everything is pretty well preordained - even your mistakes.

I love women. They're the best thing ever created. If they want to be like men and come down to our level, that's fine.

Feminists don't like me, and I don't like them.

They may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom!

I think any kind of hiatus one takes in an artistic journey is going to make a huge difference. The pause will inform the choices that you make.

F**king Jews...the Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world.

They think I'm crazy and maybe I am. But maybe I'm a genius.

I don't make things complicated, that's the way they get all by themselves.

After about 20 years of marriage, I'm finally starting to scratch the surface of what women want. And I think the answer lies somewhere between conversation and chocolate.

You know what happens when you don't take a risk? Nothing.

Zionists are the source of destructions, I wish I can fight against them.

Peace should be the only highway of life that we should build all over the world.

No person of quality ever remembers social restrictions save when considering how most piquantly to break them.

We just move on, don’t we, with traitors still amongst us? But there was one thought that wouldn’t go away. If I loved him, I would forgive him.

I am not unaware how unpopular on this floor are the sentiments I am about to advocate.

In wilderness I sense the miracle of life.

Music videos are very concrete and rigid. They don't allow for emotional interaction.

I mean the business is just so rough man, people always think the business is easy, and the business is very rough. This is probably the worst business that you can get in, as far as, business-wise.

The creative act is like writing a letter. A letter is a project; you don't sit down to write a letter unless you know what you want to say and to whom you want to say it.

I like it, but it's yellow, and I'm like, I didn't want yellow for my engagement ring.

And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.