I have a couple of gold teeth. I had braces for a year but I didn't wear the retainer.

I'd definitely be into doing some zombie slaying music. That'd be cool.

Generally my songs are just some riffs slung together as an excuse for a guitar solo.

I've always worn earplugs, but I'm sure my hearing's not great.

It's good to have certain restrictions sometimes, but it's definitely more fun to play really loud, with distortion.

I don't have any tattoos but I've thought about getting Ernie, from Bert and Ernie, on my earlobe. He made a big impression on me as a kid. And I have pretty big earlobes.

I prefer cynical people. Nice guys grow on trees.

You might as well play at the show everyone else is playing at.

When I play a solo I'm just expressing that moment. It can go horribly wrong easily enough.

I enjoy having some boundaries to work within. That's why I generally don't like alternate tunings and stuff like that. I like the boundaries of regular tunings.

People have to do what they want to do.

Do you have any advice for your readers?Lead the life that’s yours instead of faking someone else’s.

I am not happy, and the quest for happiness as a principal objective is not part of my world. Of course, ever since I can remember, I have done what I felt like doing.

Love makes no sense at all. But it's the most powerful and amazing force in the entire universe.

Mammograms are really sort of a gift. You can either catch something early or count your lucky stars because nothing was discovered. Either way, you're ahead of the game.

In an ideal world, I'd spend every weekend at my home in Zermatt in Switzerland.

The Lord gave us power in proportion to the work to be done, and strength according to the race set before us, and grace and help as our needs required.

Liberty, then, is the SOVEREIGNTY OF THE INDIVIDUAL.

I'm still an angry dude. I'm just older. I still push the band to be heavy and dark-that's always been my role.

Be brave and celebrate with us your 'perceived flaws,' as society tells us. May we make our flaws famous, and thus redefine the heinous.

What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?