If some of the people who write about mojo came with me for a week, they would drop dead on their feet.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have twin six-year-old boys. Have no mojo. The closest thing to a mojo I have is five minutes of peace.
For a long time I was looking for my perfect equilibrium, my mojo. And now I think I'm getting there: I've found my customer, my silhouette, my cut.
Imagine you're doing your thing, and somebody comes up to you and just kills your mojo. Just tell them, 'No flex zone!'
I think I believe a little bit in the power of people to really cast a bad energy on you if they want to. If the bad mojo wants to come your way, look out.
By the end of the week, if I'm still alive, I get to write whatever I want about it all.
I wrote what I felt I had to write, and I'm willing to put my own sanity and my reputation behind it.
If I didn't write my soul would dry up and die.
My life would be very puzzling to most people if they had to follow me around for a day or two.
I get fans stopping me and telling me what a bad man I am. I got a lot of that at Comic-Con. I'd tell them, 'Sorry, mate.'
The cover of Mojo, that was good for us.