Art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there. You know, it doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define, but there you are, right there, in the meantime.

I don't like my language watered down, I don't like my edges rounded off.

We get a little further from perfection, each year on the road,I guess that's what they call character,I guess that's just the way it goes,better to be dusty than polished,like some store window mannequin,why don't you touch me where i'm rusty,let me stain your hands

Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

i smoke and i drinkand every time i blink i have a tiny dreambut as bad as i am i'm proud of the factthat i'm worse than i seem

...when you grow up surrounded by willful ignorance, you have to believe that mercy has it's own country and that it's round and borderless...