At 35, I'm thinking, Oh, I don't have any of that initial inspiration that I had before, all that angst. I always thought I would burn out very quickly.

The things that keep me awake at night are things like textures and instrumentation and plotting out what things are going to do and what the sounds are that I'm trying to capture.

There's always room for improvement. I'm always focused on the results, and those are the precise things that I don't really experience as a part of the performance.

I dont think I threw myself into music because I had the best intentions; it was because I was really angry.

I always wanted to get into rock music so I could cover up my real personality, change my voice, and create a false self to hide behind.

I love everybody. You have to embrace all facets of humanity; love and accept everyone as being part of yourself.

I get to live down my reputation for being cantankerous if I slowly evolve towards being a really good live show.

I'm not dissatisfied, just not satisfied in an ultimate sense.

I never see songs as permanent. I'm always in a state of revising everything.

My goal is to make something special and pure, and that keeps me going, keeps me busy on the path of sobriety.

I procrastinate, and I push writing to the last available moment, because I don't like to settle on anything. I guess you can call it indecision or you can call it holding out for inspiration.

He who has wisdom, out of his mouth comes knowledge.

As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Leaders fix things that are broken.

I've been on food stamps and welfare, did anybody help me out? No. No.

Fortune favors the prepared.

A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.

We won't know for a few years.

The Columbia accident made us realize that we had been playing Russian roulette with the shuttle crews - that we had been very, very fortunate in the past that the foam did not cause critical damage.

Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again! The beggars have changed places, but the lash goes on.