Those who go ahead provide a little light into the unknown.

Bass players and drummers are brothers in the basement cooking up the groove that makes people move.

I believe in the mystery, and I don't want to take it any further than that. Maybe what I mean by that is love.

In your twenties, everything makes you crazy.

The first drum beat we all heard was our mother.

I was raised Catholic. I didn't appreciate the guilt and sin part of it.

I've been very blessed to make a living in stuff I love and am totally passionate about, music and writing. So I'm eager to see what the day will bring, how I will feed that passion.

Fortunately, an extremely sexy, pixie-voiced blond named Ronnie Harran, who booked the Whisky, saw us...She had an ear for talent...the Whisky was finally a gig we could be proud of.

I don't play just one-two-three-four. I try to play melodies.

I've been a longtime supporter of all sorts of environmental groups.

Why is there such passion for any sort of gossipy, provocative sensual stuff? It sells!

Only the insane equate pain with success.

Try is a noisy way of doing nothing.

We don't care what that bug-eyed fat walrus has to say.

Obviously Tesla is about helping solve the consumption of energy in a sustainable manner but you need the production of energy in a sustainable manner.

I'm no good at anything. Not men. Not social skills. Not work. Nothing.

Life is painful to be meaningful.

I read the most extravagant things about people who suffer and depress because of things written about them.

The more sins you confess, the more books you will sell.

In cheerful souls there is no wit. Wit shows a disturbance of the equipoise.

I almost cried the other day listening to ‘Vogue’ by Madonna.