It's time to forget about the past, 
To wash away what happened last, 
Hide behind an empty face, 
Don't act too much, just say, 
'Cause this is just a game.

We are not here to do what has already been done.

It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

Ask me, "Why would you travel on the difficult path?". Because, I trust God to walk me through the unknown journey.

Clear skin, a manicure, a couple dead zombies, and then fame!

Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name.Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame.

I live to harass white folks.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

In Brazil we have a comic strip in the newspaper. That one also attracts a different kind of followers.

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

I listened to lots of other kinds of music, but punk is what allowed me to actually play music.

I never punched in anything when I recorded Imaginaryland. Where the title came from is a whole other story.