What we get in punk these days are layers of 'anti-', and so many of them are so self-serving. It's not about larger freedom.

We should self-examine and talk about things like our own white privilege and these phony senses of being an artist.

There's definitely privilege in the upper classes, but as a whole, music can be enjoyed by anybody who can gather around a radio.

People see musicians on a huge stage playing a festival for 80,000 people and are like, "Oh, they have such magnetism," but it always embarrasses me more than it makes me feel proud.

Art is the one thing that's the universal virtue that you can have in any class.

The future of punk rock has nothing to do with guitars. Everything interesting that I've heard in years has been nearly all electronic.

I know how absurd things can get. I've had years where I've had questionable things going on in my life.

I got married in Vegas on Warped Tour on July 4 - that's how crazy my life has been.

Punk is no longer a subculture or a counterculture in any way. It's totally just a small reflecting mirror for the same things that go on in larger culture.

People aren't really paying attention when they're listening to your record, so unless you're shouting exactly what you want them to hear, they don't pay attention.

A Data Scientists strength lies solely in their tenacity.

If every one of you was to clean before his own front door, all would be clean of cow flops.

Tolerance cannot seduce the young.

Teddy shuddered. The idea of the sublime little bird being plucked from the sky, of its exquisite song being interrupted in full flight, was horrible to him.

Yes, I backed the hula hoop. And I had a lot of other people come to me with ideas that turned out well

When I was young, I liked romance. But to me, romance is the opposite of domestic life. I just don't want anyone in the apartment, not for longer than a few hours.

Do not forget that a traitor within our ranks, known to us, can do more harm to the enemy than a loyal man can do good to us.

If not for the success that medicine has made, I might be part of a much different story right now.

Time is the scarcest resource.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die