I used to have friends come on tour and work as my drum tech, but they get bummed out when I have to tell them what to do. This time I'm just going to fly them out and let them hang. It's all good.

I listened a little to punk when I was younger, but it was straight edge punk. It was nothing like what is going on now, like poppy punk.

A lot of people think that punk rock musicians don't know what they're doing.

My mom passed away a day before high school started, and her dream was for me to be a full rock and roll guy, and play drums in a band.

And I was in another band called Flash In The Pan, which was soca, Latin music, down in Laguna Beach.

Thank you for life, and all the little ups and downs that make it worth living.

I tattooed my body so I couldn't fall back on anything. I purposely did that so I couldn't get a normal job and live a normal life. I did it so I had to play music.

We never worry about the big things, just the small things.

Put me up in front of a million people and ask me to speak. I'll flop. But put me behind my drums and I'll always go with it.

Express yourself, put stuff down on tape, and see what lives.

Take care of your colon and your colon will take care of you.

I think silence is one of the failures of people today. When they see an injustice or intolerance, and they stay silent - that's the worst thing.

Woman must come of age by herself -- she must find her true center alone.

I WAS NEVER THE SAME AGAIN EVER SINCE SHE PASSED AWAY, MY MOM

Doing something wrong repeatedly does not make it right.

He watch'd and wept he pray'd and felt for all.

One thing about prejudices -- once you break one of them, you're screwed, because then they all have got to go.

I have seen many lean riders in the peloton, but very few Tour winners

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...

People get very deep experiences and they think they're enlightened. That's not enlightenment, that's just some realization.

Somewhere around the place I've got an unfinished short story about Schrodinger's Dog; it was mostly moaning about all the attention the cat was getting.