I had a really intense flying dream most of my childhood into my teens. I would go out at night and fly all over the city and I could facilitate other people to fly with me.

I got tired of the Ramones around the time I quit and I really got into rap. I thought it was the new punk rock. LL Cool J was my biggest idol.

Because I'm quiet, people think I'm really cold, or rude, or snobby. But I'm literally scared to talk to them.

Metallica - they're so demonic, they're crazy, I don't know how they do it.

I think the Internet shortens the distance between people, and that can often lead to inappropriateness.

I've always admired people with really strong presences and felt that caring about the visual component of what you do is not intrinsically superficial or vain.

I've always liked extreme performers; I don't think I am one, but my mentality is in line with that.

Visuals are as artistic as sounds, so being serious about both isn't a contradiction to me.

It's very hard to tour.

When I got into rap I didn't exactly win any popularity contests. I called myself Dee Dee King, after B.B. King, to the total dismay of my fellow Ramones.

When I met Ronnie Spector, she walked in and said, 'You look like me.'

That lovely face sets off a fire inside me that isn't ever supposed to burn.

Cheney, Rumsfeld - they were Shakespearean in their attitude of impunity.

Experience is of particulars only.

In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.

I'm Just an Old Chunk of Coal (But I'm Gonna Be a Diamond Someday).

Movies work, in my opinion, on the best level when they're more enigmatic, when we don't say it's this or that and where it raises more questions than answers.

Truth is a constant delight to those that love her; such beauty holds no power to offend.

Finding a photograph is often like picking up a piece from a jigsaw-puzzle box with the cover missing. There’s no sense of the whole. Each image is a mysterious part of something not yet revealed.

I never outline. I don't work from an outline. I have no idea where the book is going. I mean, even two-thirds of the way through, I don't know how it's going to end.

Blessed be shock. Blessed be the part of us that protects us from too much pain and sorrow. At the heart of life is a fusebox.