At some point around '94 or '95, 'Rolling Stone' said that guitar rock was dead and that the Chemical Brothers were the future. I think that was the last issue of 'Rolling Stone' I ever bought.

I'm not the kind of guy who sits around at home and writes songs. Once in a while I'll pick up a guitar and noodle around, but it's rare.

Why would heavy metal ever go away?

Music and songs are written at different periods of time, at different times in your life. They reflect the feelings you have and to be honest, I quite like having positive emotions.

Anthrax, it's something that gets you sick, it's horrible, strong. It's a heavy-metal band name if there ever was one.

I'm just not a big fan of the too-cool-for-school indie world. Metal bands have never been invited or been able to be part of the cool kids, and I like it that way.

I really don't worry about what people say or what they have to say or what they think - it just doesn't matter.

When you're younger - duh - you don't really have the tools to deal with certain things in your life.

I've always been a true believer that if men had babies, nobody would be trying to tell them what they can and can't do with their bodies.

Frank Zappa... was Beethoven for insane rock guys.

I think the best riffs and the best songs come when you're jamming and having a good time.

The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen....

Grades are a subjective rating masquerading as an objective evaluation.

Well, I think most people understand that there's a big difference between who you are and who, you know, you play.

I think performers are all show-offs anyway, especially musicians. Unless you show off, you're not going to get noticed.

Shutting down governments on your computer is just as much as fun as going to a riot at Yale.

If you fail to control your own mind, you may be sure you will control nothing else.

Your best friend is the one who tells you the most truth.

As musicians, and as people who sell material for people to hear and absorb, it's important that we use that voice wisely.

Submit to love without thinking, as the sun rose this morning recklessly extinguishing our star-candle minds.

I'm not so sure that the value of art is all it is cracked up to be.