I don't want to live in an ivory tower, being the songwriter who just turns inward.

There's nothing wrong with being a loser, it just depends on how good you are at it.

Music to me is the air I breathe it's the blood that pumps through my veins that keeps me alive

A man once asked me, what's punk? I kicked over a trash can and said that's punk. He kicked over a trash can and then asked me again, Is that punk? I replied no. That's just trendy.

School is practice for future life, practice makes perfect and nobody's perfect, so why practice?

You can't change the wind but you can set your sails.

Making mistakes is a lot better than not doing anything.

To do something that you feel in your heart that's great, you need to make a lot of mistakes. Anything that's successful is a series of mistakes.

‎The day you become old is the day you're not looking for new experiences anymore.

It's better to regret something you have done than to regret something you haven't done.

Punk has always been about doing things your own way. What it represents for me is ultimate freedom and a sense of individuality.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

We all fall sometime, you're not the first. I know it hurts. In the end, you'll find what you deserve.

Life isn't fair. It's true, and you still have to deal with it. Whining about it rarely levels the playing field, but learning to rise above it is the ultimate reward.

You cannot play the piano well unless you are singing within you.

May you have a strong foundation when the winds of change shift...and may you be forever young.

The soundest argument will produce no more conviction in an empty head than the most superficial declamation; as a feather and a guinea fall with equal velocity in a vacuum.

I have said my philosophy - I'm a backyard philosopher, I guess - is that the dirtiest word in the English language is "retirement."

If the individual is a unit in a corporate mass, his life is not merely brutish and short, but dull and mechanical.

Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu

Part of me sees myself as talented, and the other part sees me as strange. Ideas get stuck in your head and nothing changes them. Not even fame.