Lyrically I like to use themes that make the listener use his or her imagination, and to give a little of the lessons I've learned in my own life.

This is your here, this is your now, let it be magical!

The world is full of Kings and Queens, Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams.

The best subjects are always people, who never fail to amaze me by their unpredictability.

My childhood was safe and sane. No abuse and no traumas. I was surrounded by a large and loving family who taught me the importance of hard work and a meaningful education.

If you listen to fools... The Mob Rules!

For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life

Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer

It is just that heavy metal musicians write in minor keys, and when you do that, you frighten people.

I always wanted to be a basketball player.

The music industry's actions at the time of 9/11 and since have been actions driven by patriotism in most instances, and greed and stupidity to a lesser degree. Sounds like real life doesn't it?

If every mortal looks at others as their friends, not as their enemies, the world would be a much better place, wouldn't it?

They called it the Great War, but that implied worthiness and grandeur, not violence and helplessness and the utter waste and devastation our country, our city, our people endured.

Childhood, after all, is the first precious coin that poverty steals from a child.

I hate formal stuff. I love looking like a doll and all that stuff and playing dress up, but when I'm home, sweat pants, t-shirt. When I'm in the studio, sweat pants, t-shirt.

In art there are only fast or slow developments. Essentially it is a matter of evolution, not revolution.

More than the act of testing, the act of designing tests is one of the best bug preventers known.

Writing your own story around the same ideas is not plagiarism; at worst, it's being unoriginal.

I generally don't enjoy relaxing and doing nothing on holiday.

Success and money can really be quite blinding.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.