I have one speed, I have one gear: Go!

I don't have a tuxedo that fits anymore because my chest and my biceps are too big.

I'm tired of pretending like I'm not bitching, a total fricking rock star from Mars...

Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.

I've got magic. I've got poetry at my fingertips.

People say it's lonely at the top, but I sure like the view.

I still don't have all the answers. I'm more interested in what I can do next than what I did last.

The best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one.

It's quite fitting that Slash is getting a star on the very street Axl Rose will one day be sleeping on.

I am on a drug. It's called Charlie Sheen. It's not available. If you try it once, you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body.

My success rate is 100 percent. Do the math.

Ninety percent of writing is about listening.

You can know or not know how a car runs and still enjoy riding in a car.

With few words, one can speak the truth.

Happiness is an equivalent for all troublesome things.

Song ideas have come to me in the middle of interviews, in the shower, or while I'm writing another song.

The Behaviorist cannot find consciousness in the test-tube of his science.

I'm concerned that young people, far too often, abdicate their responsibilities of learning and adapting and give that over to people who may not always have their best interests at heart.

All of the days go toward death and the last one arrives there.

Bella?" a different voice called from the distance. No! Please let me be imagining that horribly familiar voice.

Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if there is one.