Criticizing Reporters Is Like Boo-ing

Once At A Record Store In San Francisco, Over A Thousand Kids Showed Up. They Pushed Forward And Broke A Window. A Big Piece Of Glass Fell On Top Of This Girl. And The Girl's Throat Was Slit. She Just Got Slit. And I Remember There Was Blood Everywhere. Oh God, So Much Blood. And She Grabbed Her Throat And Was Bleeding And Everyone Just Ignored Her. Why? Because I Was There And They Wanted To Grab At Me And Get My Autograph. I Wonder Whatever Happened To That Girl.

For Me, Love Is Something Very Pure.

I Always Enjoyed The Feeling Of Being Onstage - The Magic That Comes. When I Hit The Stage It’s Like All Of A Sudden A Magic From Somewhere Just Comes And The Spirit Just Hits You And You Just Lose Control Of Yourself.

Not The Stars, Not The Farthest Solar Systems, Not The Millions Of Different Species Of Animal Life, But The Child Is The Greatest Of God's Creations.

How Would I Like To Be Remembered? As A Person Who Came And Brought Light To The World, Some Escapism. Also As The Voice For The Voiceless Children, Because I Love Them.