I was starting to come to grips with the fact that I had created a lot of pain and suffering around me, not just within me.

Every true artist is at war with the world.

Just the kind of girl I liked—the weirdo in the bunch.

When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn't otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought.

When I looked into her eyes, I saw an invisible spirit of something that I already loved.

Music itself was color-blind but the media and the radio stations segregate it based on their perceptions of the artists.

I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.

Give her the continent and she wanted the hemisphere.

When you realize that there's a name and a description for this condition that you thought was insanity, you've identified the problem, and now you can do something about it.

My work was done, so it was time to start digging my grave again.

Every time you empty your vessel of that energy, fresh new energy comes flooding in.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with telling the truth. I know it isn’t fashionable.

Good teaching is one-fourth preparation and three-fourths pure theatre.

we know the art of success; never forget

Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.

Hair growing out every hole in me.

The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.

The Chains of conformity click in tiresomely monotonous unison.

I take around 60 trips a year for business so I can't say that I enjoy the act of travelling itself. I wish I could be transported to my destination without having to go on the journey to get there.

The truth is that there is no journey. You are right now what you are attempting to be. You are right now where you are attempting to go.

I wasn't a predator. I didn't pick on other people all right, but people didn't beat me up.