Author of quotes: Trent Reznor



I was drinking... But that's me: standing a bit to drink, and if offered cocaine, it seem a great idea... And one day the idea still seems cool: then I crawl across the carpet in search of stray pellets... After some time I began to understand that lost control. I started to hate myself.
№ 317398   Added MegaMozg 18-02-2018 / 19:13
A strange feeling to be in front of a huge mass of people, which earlier you never met and are unlikely to see again, while they sing along with you, and it comes from inside. They look like they understand, but actually they don't have the slightest idea what I'm saying, but it really means something to them, and that's cool. I often meet people and they think they know me because they read my interviews, or poetry. “You very well understand the situation of Kurt Cobain. Why did he kill himself? Blah-blah-blah”. You know nothing about Kurt fucking Cobain! Have you read his poems, I watched his speech on television, but it's a completely different side of the coin. Who the hell knows, after that he had to go? The fact that this man was a lot of shit, obviously. When someone says, “Hey, man, why would he be upset? He's a rich rock star”, I come to the conclusion that the person who said it never reached their goals. When you do achieve something, you come to the conclusion that it's cool, but it's not quite what you wanted. You may not be the most contented life of man only because someone bought your album. All this involves much more.
№ 317397   Added MegaMozg 18-02-2018 / 19:12
I can't hear the difference between the groups, sounding on the radio. Each one is like twenty others. Maybe I'm turning into an old grouch - but though kill, I do not understand why these young guys are trying so hard to be like one another. Why do they want to become rock stars - to be able to change the world, to do something new and Express yourself? or ***nutsya with Paris Hilton and get a vip-pass to the fashion club?
№ 317396   Added MegaMozg 18-02-2018 / 19:11
I just wanted to kill myself. I hated the music. I was thinking something like: "I want again to go on tour, I hate being cooped up trying to claw his soul". It is very painful to explore those areas of your brain that you would prefer not to know. You write something and think, "Damn! I can't say. I don't want people know about it." Is something as naked and sincere, that you're scared to let it out. You give part of your soul, expose a part of yourself. I try to avoid it. I hate the feeling when you send someone a tape, "Here's my new song. I just cut my soul. Listen and criticize".
№ 317351   Added MegaMozg 17-02-2018 / 20:22