I feel like I'm 11 again, with my drums. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. I'm just playing.

You've really got to keep on improving and improving and improving. It still involves work. It's not like you get to a point, and then you're good and that's it.

I love to go see live music. That used to be what I would do, almost every other night, and watch drummers play.

The drums are what drives the whole thing. It's the backbone of the song.

To play the drums, you have to spread your legs and use your arms. It's a very physical instrument to play. It's not feminine.

No one really listens to the drums, I don't think. They're there, but it's not a conscious thing to listen to. Everyone listens to the vocals, of course, and the words.

It's uncomfortable, definitely, but it's also really, really great to talk drums with kids and hear them get excited about music and talk about listening to the drums.

Talking about music and talking about drums brings me back to my beginning and the simplicity, and the excitement about trying to play something and see if it works for your band.

It's always inspiring to watch live music.

The regrets are like yesterday: they announce only the future. (Les regrets sont comme hier: - Ils n'annoncent que le futur)

I think there's a lot to learn from Rockefeller on how to pass legislation.

Love's way of dealing with us is different from conscience's way. Conscience commands; love inspires. What we do out of love, we do because we want to.

The only way you can get experience is from the clock. Time works with some people and against some people. Fortunately, the clock has worked in my favor.

Within the various acts of the ecodrama should be included scenes in which men's and women's roles come to center stage and scenes in which Nature 'herself' is an actress.

It's not a problem. In four or five days I will be beautiful once again.

Time and space recede and blast away like a universe expanding forever outward, and leaving only darkness and the two of us on its periphery, darkness and breathing and touch.

Man and the animals are merely a passage and channel for food, a tomb for other animals, a haven for the dead, giving life by the death of others, a coffer full of corruption.

A battle sometimes decides everything; and sometimes the most trifling thing decides the fate of a battle.

Get me a broom. I'll sweep my own office.