Nikki Sixx Quotes

Selling my soul would be a lot easier if I could just find it.

When You've lost it all....thats when you realize that Life is Beautiful.

when you can’t climb your way out of such a hole, you tend to crouch down and call it home…

It would be too much for me to deal with to be sitting up there next to God, Bon Scott, Sid Vicious, and Jimi Hendrix, and hear somebody read my obituary from below: NIKKI SIXX DIED TODAY...FUCKING GOLFING

There is something about spending Christmas alone, naked, sitting by the Christmas tree gripping a shotgun, that lets you know your life is spinning dangerously outta control.

Life is like a long ride to nowhere in particular.

A Short Alternative Medical Dictionary Definitions courtesy of Dr Lemuel Pillmeister (also known as Lemmy) Addiction - When you can give up something any time, as long as it's next Tuesday. Cocaine - Peruvian Marching Powder. A stimulant that has the extraordinary effect that the more you do, the more you laugh out of context. Depression - When everything you laugh at is miserable and you can't seem to stop. Heroin - A drug that helps you to escape reality, while making it much harder to cope when you are recaptured. Psychosis - When everybody turns into tiny dolls and they have needles in their mouths and they hate you and you don't care because you have THE KNIFE! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Anything worth doing, is worth overdoing.

I was so happy every morning when I woke up that I was pissing smiley faces.

There's nothin like a trail of ßlooÐ to finÐ your way ßack home

Friends tell each other what nobody else is willing to tell you.

Sometimes I think I should just buy a blow-up party doll. Same level of intelligence, plastic, and full of air. The problem is, I'd probably fall in love.

Love those who hurt you the most, because they are probably the ones closest to you. They, too, are on a path, and just like you they are learning to walk before they can fly. Imagine if everybody you hurt in life turned their backs on you? You would be playing a hell of a lot of solitaire. Love them no matter what.

When You've lost it all....that's when you realize that Life is Beautiful.

Which side of the blade is sharper? The lie or the truth? It all seems irrelevant when your jugular is sliced open and you’re lying in a pool of blood for the whole world to see.

People want to see the car crash instead of the race. But, when you're the one in the car that's crashing, it's not much fun. I'm enjoying the race.

You know, it's pretty easy reading this book to see why I was angry and confused for all those years. I lived my life being told different stories: some true, some lies and I still don't know which is which. Children are born innocent. At birth we are very much like a new hard drive - no viruses, no bad information, no crap that's been downloaded into it yet. It's what we feed into that hard drive, or in my case "head drive" that starts the corruption of the files.

Life can be cruel. It´s been my struggle, my personal battle, my obsession to make people see that different isn´t always bad.

I used to think the only way to be truly alive is to confront your mortality.

Don’t Take Anything Personally Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.

What's worse? Being strung out or being fat?

When you die, every single muscle in your body hurts. Your body has closed down because it thinks it's done, and when it gets rebooted, every inch of you hurts. Plus I'd had the shit beaten out of me with a baseball bat.

Ozzy Osbourne and Motley Crue in New Orleans on Mardi Gras = bad idea!

Let go, and let God.

Ian Gittings: The Los Angeles earthquake of October 1,1987 measured 5.9 on the Richter scale. It killed eight people, injured scores more, and left 2,200 people homeless and more than 10,000 buildings badly damaged. However, Nikki Sixx was by far the most infamous Los Angeleno to react to the quake by running out of his house butt-naked and waving a crack pipe.

Live in the moment. Moments make history.

Stay beautiful, keep it ugly.

My dick didn't seem to be aware that she was there. She kept asking me what was wrong, and I was so out of it that I thought she meant what was wrong with the world, so I started talking about global poverty and shit. I'm not surprised she left. I suspect she won't be coming back.

Just let it happen and, I promise you, all that is magic will appear.

Don't waste your death on a half assed life

In life, when the baggage gets too heavy, you have to put it down.

Ryon posed the question in all their minds -what the fuck is he? The love child of Criss Angel and Adam Lambert? Jaxon tossed back. His friend gave a soft snort that might've been a laugh. With a little Nikki Sixx thrown in, sure.

Like Hemingway said, the only thing that could spoil a day was people.

UNUSED LYRIC I’ve never been to Eden But it’s nice I hear tell When I die I’ll go to heaven ’Cause I’ve done my time in hell

Your shallow men shall dream, dreams, your insightful men shall see visions.

A friend tells you the truth, that your breath stinks and you need a bath. An enemy tells you that you look great and you shouldn’t change a thing.

Addictions are just symptoms of underlying issues, and in my view Nikki self-medicated the emotional pain of his childhood, and being away from his mother a lot, through drug use. What did he want? Ultimately he wanted to be able to create love for himself as a person.

The dying could be easy…it was the living that I didn’t know if I could do…

The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying says that death is the graduation ceremony, while living is just a long course in learning and preparing for the next journey. If we acknowledge death as the beginning, then how can we fear it?

I wanted to help him but I guess ultimately you can only slay the dragon yourself. All that I could do was help him sharpen his sword if he needed me to.

when you’re sitting on a plane 40, 000 feet up in the air, looking out the window, dreaming of your future and how bright it appears to be, or maybe just watching the drops of rain being pushed into different designs from the force of air at 400 mph, well, life feels good. it feels safe, your seat belt is on and your feet are up. then the oxygen masks fall, the plane jumps, snaps and jolts. people start to scream, babies burst out crying, people start praying all in time to the overhead announcement that we’re gonna crash. right then, as your life flashes before your eyes, you hear yourself say, “god, if you get me outta this one, i’ll stop [insert lie here] forever.” right then the nose of the plane pulls up and the captain says, “wow, that was a close one, folks. we’re ok, we’ll be landing in thirty minutes and we’re all safe and sound, sorry for the scare…” that’s how getting hooked on junk is, and when the kick is over you can’t believe you ever got on that plane in the first place. the question is, will you ever fly again?

What's the best angle to cut someone's throat? Well, usually from behind. That's usually how it works.

I am the outcast come home to roost and the eggs of tomorrow are incubating in my fame. You hate me, you love me, you made me, and now I am in you. I am like that disease brewing in your loins and I think you like it…

P.S. Hey what has 48 legs and 12 teeth? The front row in Alabama…

I don’t fear death; I welcome it with open arms and a smirk. But until that wondrous day, I will continue to savor and celebrate all those who have graduated before me.

Life was full of surprises, with too many bruises and not enough Band-Aids.

I must have bitten Angus Young too, because his brother Malcolm walked up to me in a rage. I was wearing platform boots, and Malcolm's face was eye level with my belly button. "You fucking bastard," he roared at my navel. "You can bite my brother, fine! But if you fucking bite me, I'll bite your fucking nose off, you dog-faced faggot." I think I said something like "you and what stepladder," because before I knew it, he was attacking me, climbing up my leg and clawing at my face like a crazed cat.

I am pushing you, even if it’s off a cliff, to create. Write that book, that song; pore over the concept of redecorating your life. I meet people all the time who say they’re not creative. Bullshit, motherfuckers, you are creative.

They say to keep what you have, you have to give it away. I believe that. I also believe that you can be cool as fuck, not give a fuck and fucking kick ass in life, and not be fucked up. I’m still the first person to say “Fuck you” but I’m faster to say “I love you.” If life is what you make it, I’ve made mine great. It took a lot of hard work and if you need to, you can do it too.

After I binged last night -or was it tonight - I was convinced yet again that there were people coming to get me. It was more than just shadows and voices, more than just fantasies....it was real, and I was scared to my core. My bones were shaking...m heart was pounding...I thought I was going to explode. I'm glad I have you to talk to, to write this down. I tried to keep it all together, but then I gave in to the manes and became one with my insanity.

Life is a series of hits and misses and tests that never end, but the reward is when you win Heaven just because you gave it your best try.

I guess you had to lose So the rest of us could win Your only fame and fortune has left you And he’s holding this paper and pen.

BABY KILLS She carries Mother’s Bible Mixes Valium with her beliefs

I guess we all get to live out our destiny, even those of us who have to choose the worst one imaginable. So why did I take this strange, dark trip? Well, I have a little 1-2-3 theory on this.

Creativity in its purest form is when you're willing to stand erect, eyes slammed shut, and let yourself fall

Meanwhile, my experience has shown me that beneath the darkest of visages usually gleams the softest of hearts.

only way to be truly alive is to confront your mortality…

Life is full of so many false starts and abrupt finishes and unexpected detours. Just when you think you have it all figured out, something new comes along and rips the rug out from under you.

There is something about the fans in the South . . . they’re insane. They’re wilder and louder than the East and the West.

If something is worth doing - it’s worth overdoing.

Your ego is not your amigo.

Some days when you get out of your own way, and just put one foot in front of the other, amazing things happen. Like in the past, in my life, and the future in yours.

He and Nona made me. They gave me a soft heart. They are the good that’s in me. When I lose my compassion and anger rears its ugly head, I think about my life

Did you get your presents from me?" I asked. "Nikki." Doc grimaced. "You're sick. I answered the door, and there were two girls in Nazi outfits and a nun. What's wrong with you?" "Fuck, Doc. I was just having fun. How about you, Mr. Udo? Did you enjoy your gifts?" "My wife is like my air," he said. "Huh?" "Without her, I cannot live, She is my air." I stood there feeling like a giant prick. I had tried to contaminate his air.

As far as my mom was concerned, she’d never done anything wrong. It kind of left our conversation nowhere to go. The only way to progress it would have been if I’d said, “Yes, you’re right. Everything that happened in my life was my fault, or my grandmother Nona’s fault, or my grandfather Tom’s fault.” I couldn’t say that because it wasn’t true. She’d had a part in it. Plus, I just don’t operate like that . . . I’ll meet you halfway, but you have to meet me, too.

You know what sums their relationship up? The time that Tommy was running naked down the hallways of a hotel in Ohio and the police arrived, went to the room next door and arrested Mick for it.

The Los Angeles earthquake of October 1, 1987, measured 5.9 on the Richter scale. It killed eight people, injured scores more, and left 2,200 people homeless and more than 10,000 buildings badly damaged. However, Nikki Sixx was by far the most infamous Los Angeleno to react to the quake by running out of his house butt-haked and waving a crack pipe.

I’ve never known which is funnier—Aerosmith writing “Dude Looks Like a Lady” about Vince, or Dire Straits writing “Money for Nothing (and Chicks for Free)” about Mötley. SEPTERMBER

DOC McGHEE: I always had a real problem with this line of argument of Sixx’s. Sure, the tours were too long for them, but only because of the way they behaved on them! Don’t forget, these were guys in their twenties who were only being asked to work two hours per day. What about all the guys who get up at 5 a.m. to lay bricks and only get two weeks off a year? If Mötley Crüe was burned out on the road it was purely because they had stupid fucking drug habits. It’s not rocket science.

I’m still the first person to say “F**k you” but I’m faster to say “I love you.

NIKKI SIXX I was doing a lot of drugs, and lots of weird shit was happening, especially sexually. There were orgies, and days and days of being in some person’s house that I didn’t even know. I would wake up out of a binge and there’d be naked people and drugs everywhere. I’d have blood all over my hands and my feet and not know what happened. I remember that one girl wanted me to take her up into the Hollywood Hills and sacrifice her.

Vince Neil once told me 'You look down on people.' My wife once told me something along the same lines, 'You look down on people who were born with silver spoons.' She's right. I DO look down on those people. I look down on how superficial they are. On the way they don't even register suffering. It's as if other people's pain doesn't exist. But it does exist. You can't cut yourself off from the pain without losing a lot of good things that go with it. All the lines etched into an old person's hands and face, every one of those lines tells a story. Just looking at them, letting yourself see their beauty, that's half the work. All their hopes, all their fears, all that motivates them, or maybe makes them wish they didn't exist, those are things to write about.

Dream big. Be fearless. Learn to practice long-term thinking, not short-term thinking, in your life and in your work. The worst that can happen is that you’ll fail. And the best that will happen is that you will fail, because failing—sometimes even in front of a crowd—is what lights a real fire under your ass. If we all knew ahead of time that these things and not those things would work, then we’d all be billionaires. But since we’re all stumbling around in the dark, the least we can do is get comfortable with trial and error.

Believe in yourself, even when no one else does. Believe in yourself especially when no one else does. Don’t be afraid to walk away from mistakes. But if you know in your heart of hearts that you’re right, then stick with it.

But you can throw bricks through a window—and that’s what a rock song should be, a thing that breaks windows.

Just looking at them, letting yourself see their beauty—that’s half the work. All their hopes, all their fears, all that motivates them or maybe makes them wish they didn’t exist—those are real things to write about.

Life is like a long ride to nowhere in particular.

with them and it brings me back to earth.