He who seeks ecstasy in love should not complain of suffering.
It's a joy to actually be able to control your own music.
Never lose perspective on where you are and what you've got. And how you got it.
Don't put yourself on a pedestal. Because it's very easy for someone to knock you off. It's balance.
Metal musicians say dumb things sometimes.
I do my best; I put out things I believe in and if you don't like it then pass on to something else.
That's the life really isn't it? You write. You record. You play. And it never grows old.
A prig is a fellow who is always making you a present of his opinions.
Pretty good. Pretttttttty, pretttttttttty, pretttttty good.
How was it that he haunted her imagination so persistently? What could it be? Why did she care for what he thought, in spite of all her pride in spite of herself? She believed that she could have borne the sense of Almighty displeasure, because He knew all, and could read her penitence, and hear her cries for help in time to come. But Mr. Thornton-why did she tremble, and hide her face in the pillow? What strong feeling had overtaking her at last?
I'm most happy when I am writing at night, because I need space and time to write.