Henry Rollins
Henry Rollins
Henry Rollinsis an American musician, actor, television and radio host, and comedian. He hosts a weekly radio show on KCRW, and is a regular columnist for LA Weekly and Rolling Stone Australia...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPunk Singer
Date of Birth13 February 1961
CountryUnited States of America
night hands silence
My desires are foolish. The things I want are better kept to myself. The hand of silence is steady. The hard blade of silence is clean like night. The code is absolute. Silence is eternal and patient. Silence never makes a fool of itself like I have so many times.
men blood hands
if i was a woman these days, i'd be killing motherfuckers. my handgun would never cool and my hands would be covered in testicular blood. i would have a horrible reputation with a lot of men because i would be calling them on their weak bullshit left and right.
hands trying juice
When I'm off the road, and I can really control my diet down to the calorie, I juice seven days a week. Every afternoon, whatever I have at hand, beets, carrots, ginger, whatever. I juice, literally, every single day. And on the road, I try to find fresh juice wherever I can.
hero unique hands
I am not immune to the lure of a signed record, flier or set list. The fact that your music heroes potentially had, in their own hands, the record you now have in yours is kind of cool. When the musician has departed, it can give the thing a unique power.
revenge gun hands
A gun in your hand makes a fool out of you. A gun in your hand makes a target out of me.
strong hands forever
You are the untold story. You are the impassioned truth wanting to scream its existence, to be forever trapped by a strong hand clapped firmly over the mouth of my soul.
insecure artist hands
Most of the time when I have met artists who have meant a lot to me, the experience has been well above expectation. People like Iggy, Lou Reed, Jerry Lee Lewis, Black Sabbath, Nick Cave, Hubert Selby Jr, Billy Gibbons, Al Pacino, John Lee Hooker, James Brown, Johnny Cash etc. have been really great to me. What strikes me is most of the time, the bigger the celeb/legend, the more polite and cool they are. It's the insecure ones who treat you like they're doing you a favor by shaking your hand.
college hands water
In my bright, utopian future world, they will hand out college educations like cups of water at the end of the L.A. Marathon.
life hands fruit
When life hands you a lemon, say, 'Oh yeah, I like lemons! What else ya got?
moving inspiration hands
My main goal is to stay alive. To keep fooling myself into hanging around. To keep getting up every day. Right now I live without inspiration. I go day to day and do the work because it's all I know. I know that if I keep moving I stand a chance. I must keep myself going until I find a reason to live. I need one so bad. On the other hand maybe I don't. Maybe it's all bullshit. Nothing I knew from my old life can help me here. Most of the things that I believed turned out to be useless. Appendages from someone else's life.
access allen edward government ok telling truth whatever worked
Edward Snowden, who worked for Booz Allen Hamilton, professes to have had access to whatever he wanted to know about anyone's anything. If he's telling the truth, why does he have such permeability without any government oversight? Is that OK with you?
average borderline heroes keeps step
The average is the borderline that keeps meremen in their place. Those who step over the line are heroes by the veryact. Go.
afraid beyond fury loved music therefore
I must tell you that I was always afraid of the fury with which I loved you. It overwhelmed me. I thought it beyond comprehension, therefore my silence.
christ cracks dig eyes freedom front insects lines loves people rope shores silver skulls straight summer thin trade walk watching white wish
I walk the straight lines. I walk through the summer nights. I walk the silver rope of dreams. I walk through dawns of dawns. Theres not a lot that isnt dying. I see people parading in front of each other like insects in a killing jar, watching each other die. I walk the straight lines throught the Christ machines. Through the eyes of throwaway people. Through the wards and the shores and the cracks in the skulls of the sidewalks. Through loves howling vacancy. I am the freedom soil. I dig my own grave. I resurrect myself every night. I am all things to myself. I walk the straight lines. I walk the spiderss jailhouse. I walk the think line, the thin line, the white line and all the line in between. I wish I could trade in my eyes.