Brandon Boyd Quotes

If I met you in a scissor fight, I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone.

Your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine!

We have all the elements of being the worst band in the world: a bass player who’s got some slap-bass shit, heavy riff guitars, a DJ scratching on the songs, a crazy drummer, and a singer who’s in touch with his feminine side. Even our band name is the worst name ever: it evokes imagery of ‘Incubus’ in death-metal writing, with bullet belts across our chests.

Temporaryism has been the Black Plague and the Jesus of our age.

I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.

This island isn't big enough for both of us...so who will swim in eel-infested oceans?

Some people fall in love and touch the sky. Some people fall in love and find quicksand.

Wait, there is a light, there is a fire, illuminated attic. Fate or something better, I could care less,Just stay with me a while

Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink, Now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides. Fuse the two - Kapow! What are you now? You're the human magic marker, won't you please surprise my eyes?

Don't let the world bring you down. Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold. Remember why you came, and while you're alive, Experience the warmth before you grow old.

Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental piracy!

If I turn into another, Dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me. Sing this song. Remind me that we'll always have each other When everything else is gone.

I was on an airplane last year when a talk show began playing on the TVs. I decided to start narrating for the people, which is a really great game if you're ever bored enough. I realized a time will probably come when television will watch us if we're watching it, if that hasn't already happened, figuratively or literally. It sounded like some sort of pseudo-Big Brother nightmare, so I wrote it down.

She has a fascination with Mayan prophecies, and she's writing a book that's sort of her remembrance of her past incarnation. Whatever she applies herself to, she makes it this beautiful, glorious world around her. All of us kids have always been artistic because of her influence.

Life's a match in a gas tank. Don't ever mourn the ebbing tide.