By now all rock bands are wise enough to be suspicious of music industry scum

Know what you're trying to do before you do it. Turning knobs at random isn't enlightening any more than throwing paint at a wall blindfolded will let you paint a nice picture.

The single best thing that has happened in my lifetime in music, after punk rock, is being able to share music, globally for free.

For less than the cost of a Big Mac, fries and a Coke, you can buy a loaf of fresh bread and some good cheese or roast beef, which you will enjoy much more.

In heaven, after antipasti, the first course will be pasta.

It betrays hubris on the part of the artist to think his medium is limiting him, and I think we all recognize this

I don't feel like embarrassing Kurt by talking about what a psycho hosebeast his wife is, especially when he knows it already.

Doubt the conventional wisdom unless you can verify it with reason and experiment

Find people who think like you and stick with them. Make only music you are passionate about. Work only with people you like and trust. Don't sign anything.

Many rock musicians are excellent cooks, I've found, and those that are prefer to eat their own cooking in the studio. I encourage this behavior as I also enjoy the benefits of fresh food

I stopped drinking almost immediately after I had ready access to liquor, when I got to college. It almost immediately lost its appeal for me.

God might not be dead, but he's sure as hell missing in action.

Be different, stand out, and work your butt off.

I literally was famous before I knew my own name.

Give space to life. Give time to sprout your potential - the potential to awaken the beauty in you. Awaken the beauty of your heart - the beauty of your spirit. There are infinite possibilities.

We in ancient countries have our past- we obsess over the past. They, the Americans, have a dream: they feel nostalgia about the promise of the future.

Of course things get stagnant; people get too used to their environment, but that's why I'm in my district every week, at meetings with my constituents.

Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.

Some of these rich folks seem to think that everything belongs to them and they'll even get to take it with them when they die. But you know what? You don't ever see a hearse pulling a U Haul.

[Emacs] is written in Lisp, which is the only computer language that is beautiful.

But I do not remember ever having seen a newspaper in the house; and, most certainly, that privation did not render us less industrious, happy, or free.