I'm obsessed by film. I'm obsessed with music and producing and making things happen.

I wouldn't support Limp Bizkit being on some snuff backyard brawling, fighting contest.

My life. The life I'm living that's where all my inspiration comes from. Real life experiences.

I'm 38 years old and Limp Bizkit is just something I do. If I was a painter, it would just be a type of painting I make.

I loved the Cure and Bauhaus and the Smiths. The people in my town weren't privy to that kind of music and I got abused. I discovered the microphone to get out some of that angst.

When Wes came back to Limp Bizkit, we really wanted to do something different. We wanted to make a core record that we didn't care who liked or who disliked.

One of the things that was confusing about Limp Bizkit to some people is that our tastes were very different.

There's some people who are not understanding what Limp Bizkit is about. But, then again, who am I to tell people what they can use art for or how they can interpret it?

The future is easy because it doesn’t exist; but the past is painful because it lives forever.

Limp Bizkit Ice Cream would taste like the sweetest pair of panties in the world. It would taste like sushi. Sushi or panties.

That's your best friend and your worst enemy - your own brain.

Create a character with an obsession, then follow.

I use the language I use to my friends. They wouldn't believe me if I used some high-flown literary language. I want them to believe me.

Unbounded awareness is the reservoir of possibilities.

At night my father often heard sporadic gunfire mixed in with the sound of dogs howling. If the war came closer, soon there would be only minor difference between shooting a dog and shooting a man.

Was his body made out of orange rocks and did he at any point yell 'It's clobbering time'?" "I find your attempt at levity inappropriate." "Consider me properly chastised.

You realize in life, not that many things matter that much, but your choice of a spouse is everything.

For me, collecting is sort of a natural extension of being an art dealer, because if you don't want to collect the artist, then you probably shouldn't be representing them.

Aim high. You may still miss the target, but at least you won't shoot your foot off.

Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor's mind toward some resolution which it may never find.