It's a great privilege to be able to play that much. When you play a lot, you can be really detail-oriented.

I try not to think about the drums themselves. If I do, I'll end up hitting myself in the head with a drumstick, or sustaining some weird injury.

I'm a rock-and-roll drummer, so my job is to create chaos.

I have music in my head; I can't help it. You can put a gun to my head and it's not going to go away. The privilege is that I'm not being prevented from following that.

I'm not unswayed by the opinions of others. I actually really value that, the idea that you can feel things the way somebody else might feel them is a really big part of doing music for me.

What most people call "chaos" is actually incredibly predictable and maddeningly boring - greed, close-mindedness, warring over power.

There's part of me that feels a privilege not to do music, but to do what everybody should be allowed to do, which is to do what you're driven to do.

It's weird to me to even say, "I wrote this song." I never feel like I wrote it; I feel like I heard it.

I've found that writing and playing music has so little to do with will, and so much to do with just finding what's there waiting for you.

It's very heartening to see people who I used to do music with still doing it.

That's one of the things that always grabbed me about rock music: There's a song, and you know how it goes, and you can sort of predict it, but a lot is left up to chance and interaction.

Live your life. Be happy as you can be, let go of the things that don't matter, and fight.

I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.

I'm a big believer in, no matter what you go through in life, as long as you can laugh your way through it, you're going to be okay.

The flood subsides, and the body, like a worn sea-shell emerges strange and lovely.

If you don't want your tax dollars to help the poor, then stop saying that you want a country based on Christian values. Because you don't!

Everything belonged to him. It made me hold my breath in expectation of hearing the wilderness burst into prodigious peal of laughter that would shake the fixed stars in their places.

Send a drop of kindness, and see a happy face.

Strong winds do not last all morning, hard rains do not last all day.

We judge of a man's wisdom by his hope, knowing that the inexhaustibleness of nature is an immortal youth.

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