My Darlings, If I Can't Write Dark,

A Fan Once Asked If He Could Have A Piece Of My Hair For Voodoo. I Said No, So He Hugged Me And Plucked Out A Couple Of Hairs And Ran Off.

When You're Miserable, You Don't Want Anyone Around You To Be Happy.

I'm Not Ashamed Of My Spiritual Beliefs, But I In No Way Incorporate Them Into This Band.

My Darlings, If I Can't Write Dark, Epic Music, I Can't Live!

I'm Not The Fastest Writer. I Can't Just Crank Out Ideas That Are Good Enough.