On less lucid evenings, every library is a haunted cemetery.

I have limited interests. I really like all sorts of gear. Guitar gear. Recording gear. Stuff like that. I like music, you know.

Since Satan can't destroy the gospel, he has too often neutralized its usefulness by addition, subtraction or substitution.

After an eternity of seeking the sudden threshold of seeing and finding leaves one filled with a strange paradox of ecstasy and grief. I was born to see.

What can I say? Chicks dig the mask.

The thing you like/are good at is a sacred thing.

Everyone should know that the 'war on cancer' is largely a fraud.

God's always got a custard pie up his sleeve.

You live in the present and you eliminate things that don't matter. You don't carry the burden of the past.

Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy.

We must remember that one man is much the same as another, and that he is best who is trained in the severest school.