I would choose no other band, given the opportunity, except for one that's extinct, like Devo. Sorry to my bandmates, but I'd rather be in Devo.

How is AIDS research to progress when the premise of science is questioning but the premise of questioning HIV is considered so dangerous that even venturing into the facts is too great a risk?

I bought my first bass because I wanted to be in a Band, and heard that it was the easiest instrument to play. A friend told me that it was the sexiest instrument.

How do you be a 45-year-old man in a rock band, do it well, keep your dignity and not become a parody of yourself? I don't think it will be simple.

I often stand by the merchandise booth, point to a poster and tell people, 'That's me.'

Popular ideas about AIDS are based on a hypothesis that does not stand up to scientific scrutiny.

If I could, I would have my son on tour the whole time. But he has school, summer camp, and he has to see his mother.

It's the most unhappy people who want to stay alive, because they think they haven't done everything they want to do. They think they haven't had enough time. They feel they've been shortchanged.

Food is ever-changing and ever moving forward and getting more and more complex.

I'm not disappointed (at not leading), I'm just trying my best.

Younger people are younger a little longer these days, so we know a lot of 32-year-olds who are still quite young, haven't quite gotten their life paths completely decided yet.

Most horror films fail to scare me. I think 'The Ring' plays more as a psychological thriller. It's smarter, there's more character development and some of the themes explored go a little deeper.

I not only enjoy it, I think, how do you design things that are applicable to life - unless you live it?

That nothing is static or fixed, that all is fleeting and impermanent, is the first mark of existence. Everything is in process.

The Church of Rome, the Pope has always said, 'Seek peace.'

When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.

Nothing lasts in New York. Everything's always changing in really obvious ways.