“You look at it and think "How much more black can it be?" and the answer is... none!”

“...This one goes to eleven.”

“No one's ever going to play this guitar. NO, don't even touch. Don't even look at it. Time to look away now.”

“And I thought -- when you're a half-hour late, and your friends think you're in jail, it's probably a sign you steal too much.”

“. . . then life began, and since then we remember each dumpster, abandoned house, and foot-chase by retail security. At night, after running around, plotting and scheming, our checklist items all crossed out, we paused to think — 'What to do tomorrow?' and the answer was always, 'As we please . . .”

“Food is, for me, for everybody, a very sexual thing and I think I realised that quite early on. I still cannot exaggerate how just putting a meal in front of somebody is really more of a buzz for me than anything. And I mean anything. Maybe that goes back to trying to please my dad, I don't know. It's like parenting in a way I suppose.”

“I always secretly looked forward to nothing going as planned. That way, I wasn't limited by my imagination. That way, anything can, and always did, happen.”