I Hate Being The Heartbreaker. Hate It.

I Don't Jerk Off Because I'm Horny. I'm Sort Of Half-chick. It's Like District 9. I Can Fire Alien Weapons. I Can Insert A Tampon. No, I Do It Because I Want To Take A Brain Bath. It's Like A Hot Whirlpool For My Brain, In A Brain Space That Is 100 Percent Agreeable With Itself.

Songs Can Be Trojan Horses, Taking Charged Ideas And Sneaking Past The Ego's Defenses And Into The Open Mind.

The Saddest Kind Of Sad Is The Sad That Tries Not To Be Sad. You Know, When Sad Tries To Bite Its Lip And Not Cry, And Smile And Say, "no I'm Happy For You"? Thats When It's Really Sad.

It’s My Failure To Sound Like My Heroes That’s Allowed Me To Sound Like Myself.

Never, Ever Underestimate The Power Of 'id Like That.