Would you destroy Something perfect in order to make it beautiful?

Tears are words the heart can't express

Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what's your favorite color, punk?

You need just the right amount of 'Fuck the world' and the right amount of belief in something...and you need the right amount of love.

Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person.

There was a moment in my life when I really wanted to kill myself. And there was one other moment when I was close to that. . . . But even in my most jaded times, I had some hope.

Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.

Rock 'n' roll is not red carpets and MySpace friends, rock'n'roll is dangerous and should piss people off

Life is but a dream for the dead.

Those guys who want to have the Mohawk...which, to me, is the new business casual.

no matter how ugly the world gets or how stupid it shows me it is, I always have faith

Are you on our side...and want to be different, or are you on that side and want to throw a football at my head!?

I’ve gotta get out of the basement. I’ve gotta see the world. I’ve gotta make a difference

The difference we wanna make is number one to let these kids know that they’re not alone, that they’re actually not that messed up and that they can do whatever they want; they can express themselves however they want, without being persecuted or called a faggot or some kind of racist thing. You know, really just to get people to get over their stuff so they can live.

I pity you all... Most of you will die---scratch that---ALL of you.

This shit is easy peasy, pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie, muthafucka!

I went to school in drag, in art school and my day was completely different because everybody thought I was a chick. You should see me as a chick. So I went as a girl, as like an experiment and it worked really well and everyone was really nice to me but I couldn't talk obviously...you know train conductors were really cool to me on my commute...HA! I looked hot as a chick!

If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me.

Give me a shot to rememberAnd you can take all the pain away from meA kiss and I will surrenderThe sharpest lives are the deadliest to leadA light to burn all the empiresSo bright the sun is ashamed to rise and beAnd I'm in love with all of those vampiresSo you can leave like the sane abandoned me

Making a record is a lot like surgery without an anesthetic. You first have to cut yourself up the middle. Then you have to rip out every single organ, every single part and lay them on a table. You then need to examine the parts, and the reality of the situation hits you. You find yourself saying things like "I didn't know that part was so ugly." Or "I better get a professional opinion about that." You go to bed hollow and then back into the operating room the next day. . .facing every fear, every disgusting thing you hate about yourself. Then you pop it all back in, sew yourself shut and perform. . . you perform like your life depended on it----and in those perfect moments you find beauty you never knew existed. You find yourself and you friends all over again, you find something to fight for, something to love. Something to show the world.

Singing songs that make you slit your wrists

Im okay Im okay now. But you really need to listen to me 'cause im telling you the truth I mean this im okay Trust me... Im not okay ...Well okay im not okay. Im not o-f cking-kay

Someday your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.

Host: For those of you just tuning in, our guests tonight are the amazing Murder Magician, and his lovely minion, The Assistant...Assistant: Charmed, I'm sureHost: Who recently killed The Rumor. And you were awarded the Oppenheimer prize for villainy at last week's annual summit for dastardly deeds-- what are you going to do with all that money?Murder Magician: Well, I'm so glad you asked that-- because I spent all the money on this giant MURDERBOT, and I've been dying to show it off!Assistant: It's true... every penny.Host: Wow! That's impressive! So what does it do?Murder Magician: Well, Mr. Clark... it murders people.Laughter.Murder Magician: I'm serious.Assistant: He is.

Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying

I was more addicted to self destruction then to the drugs themselves ... something very romantic about it

So how was Christmas for you guys? Did you all get lots of nice black t-shirts?

It's okay to love something a little too much,as long as it's real to you.

The boys and girls in the clique. The awful names that they stick. You're never gonna fit in much kid, but it you're troubled and hurt, what you've got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did!

Be yourself, don't take anything from anyone, and never let them take you alive.

Say what you want but you NEVER say it with violence!