I listen to every type of metal under the sun. I'm not very discerning.

I stayed a kid for a pretty long time, and the logistics of being in a band, I did not take seriously at all.

You can go to any small town in America, there's going to be a metal fan there. You can't say that about post-rock.

My kids don't really like when I sing for some reason...but they like when I play guitar. So I started writing songs just playing guitar for them.

Now since I've gotten back into it, I've been listening to a lot more of the 1990s death metal type stuff.

We aren't trying to make poetry or anything beautiful. It's just a rock show. We just want to enjoy playing loud. That's just about it.

In my entire life I never set out to do anything ground-breaking or pioneering, and I'm not going to start anytime soon.

There are so many things that kept forcing metal back down to the underground. It survives everywhere on the planet.

Punk came along and grunge made guitar solos uncool.

We just have to plan everything in advance and concentrate it so that we get everything done in time. It's not as laidback as I wish it could be.

As far as specific bands from the 90s death metal era, I love Death, Carcass, Possessed, Morbid Angel, Gorguts, Autopsy, Atheist, etc.

In the space between wake and sleep, where the real world juxtaposes with the imagination, that's where I live.

I understand now that nobody could have saved Ty but Ty. There’s no one else to blame. Not you. Not me. Ty was holding all the cards.

All people share doubts. The lingering question that eventually worms it way into all thinking people’s brain is how to live splendidly and how to die without remorse and regret.

What if I had told the boy I loved to leave and it ended up being for nothing?

Today every believer has the potential to become a savior and a deliverer in his own area of specialization if only he/she make himself available

I write poetry on my iPhone. I've got about 100 poems on there.

Seeing unhappiness in the marriage of friends, I was content to have chosen music and laughter as a substitute for a husband.

We, as a nation, cannot wait for the Pearl Harbor of the information age. We must increase our vigilance to tackle this problem before we are hit with a surprise attack.

If I said I was madly in love with you, I'd be lying and what's more, you'd know it.

Fill the cup of happiness for others, and there will be enough overflowing to fill yours to the brim.