If You Choose Not To Decide, You

Extroverts Never Understand Introverts, And It Was Like That In School Days.

Could Hell Be A Place Where There Is No Self-respect? A Place Where People Have No Pride In Their Own Existence Or Behavior, And Thus Would Have None For Anyone Or Anything Else?

When I'm Riding My Motorcycle, I'm Glad To Be Alive. When I Stop Riding My Motorcycle, I'm Glad To Be Alive.

Once I Had Defined Myself As A Compositional Drummer, I Thought, "well, I Want To Be An Improvisational Drummer."

I'm Still No Good At Ball-and-stick Games. If I Go Play Golf With The Guys, It's Intended To Be A Joke.