I'm so scared of flying.

I dropped out of college, started playing music. I was going to do what I was going to do and it is what it is.

I still dream about my parents and have done every night for 10 years, and I wake up either crying or having to remember that they're gone.

I had a few friends who we hung out with and that was it. We'd ride together, get in fights, go dancing, just causing trouble basically.

I don't get DRUNK before I play but I might get drunk after.

I was a total punk. But I was still an outcast, even with the punks and stuff.

I'm not raging drunk when I play. I just like to relax. Sometimes I stop and I tell people "I'm sorry, I'm really nervous".

My mum always told me, 'Have something to fall back on' and I never really listened.

I'm older, so it gets harder.

I'm just working class. I can pay the bills most of the time, usually from royalties.

I've always been freaked out in my mind performing.

For those who sit on the stairs, a good quote is a strong invitation to stand up and to go up the stairs!

It is a mistake for a sculptor or a painter to speak or write very often about his job. It releases tension needed for his work.

I didn't grow up in a traditional family, and I never had a family dinner around the table, so whenever I actually had a dinner 'plan,' it meant a lot to me; it made me feel excited and safe.

The culture at Valve is pretty much crowdsourced. The handbook is a wiki. One of the first things we say to new hires is, 'You have to change something in the handbook.'

You might be a redneck if the UFO hotline limits you to one call a day.

I want to go to Australia and take the same goofy picture of me holding a koala that everyone else takes.

How sad it is when someone comes to you looking for Jesus and all they see is you.

Living without hate for people is almost impossible. There is nothing wrong with fantasizing about revenge. You can have that feeling. You just shouldn't act in it.

It's alright to feel fear, but sometimes a very bad idea to show it.

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree