I was a kid, and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to play the drums, you know? All I wanted to do was skateboard, but I was still learning and taking it in, so it was good.

I listened a little to punk when I was younger, but it was straight edge punk. It was nothing like what is going on now, like poppy punk.

A lot of people think that punk rock musicians don't know what they're doing.

My mom passed away a day before high school started, and her dream was for me to be a full rock and roll guy, and play drums in a band.

And I was in another band called Flash In The Pan, which was soca, Latin music, down in Laguna Beach.

I used to have friends come on tour and work as my drum tech, but they get bummed out when I have to tell them what to do. This time I'm just going to fly them out and let them hang. It's all good.

Thank you for life, and all the little ups and downs that make it worth living.

I tattooed my body so I couldn't fall back on anything. I purposely did that so I couldn't get a normal job and live a normal life. I did it so I had to play music.

We never worry about the big things, just the small things.

Put me up in front of a million people and ask me to speak. I'll flop. But put me behind my drums and I'll always go with it.

Express yourself, put stuff down on tape, and see what lives.

Sometimes, I just want to be comforted—I don’t want to be or appear to be stronger than I am.

Because even when there is no hope, somehow you can still find a place to pin inside the things that you need.

There's a certain type of character that you can't help but come in contact with growing up and living in Brooklyn and Long Island. A certain mixture of moxie, heart, and a wise guy sense of humor.

We know there is gravity because apples fall from trees. We can observe gravity in daily life. If we could throw an apple to the edge of the universe, we would observe it accelerating.

Once they witnessed one of his painting sold at auction for $100,000. And asked how you do it, he said, 'I feel as a horse must feel when the beautiful cup is given to the jockey.'

It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.

The typical old-fashioned diet (in the nineteenth century) was so bad it almost assembled modern dieting.

For what is faith unless it is to believe what you do not see?

The greatest slave is not he who is ruled by a despot, great though that evil be, but he who is in the thrall of his own moral ignorance, selfishness, and vice.

Who said that clothes make a statement? What an understatement that was. Clothes never shut up.