Some sports teams hate each other in the locker room and that's what makes them great.

I don't think simple is an insult. Something that's really simple and great is probably harder to do than something more complex.

Sometimes things that are comfortable are comfortable because it's what you're good at. When you start doing the things you're not as comfortable with, there needs to be a reason for it.

We try to be open to letting anything change in the moment.

As the fans' voting reflected, people want to hear your best-known songs.

In the open air you don't play as many quiet songs as you would normally.

It's one of the things that makes it enjoyable to keep playing; you have to approach each set differently and make some balance between what you want to do and what seems right.

There's an actual physiological thing that happens to me on tour. There's that moment where I sit in my seat and click the seatbelt, and five seconds later I fall asleep.

When people ask you to do stuff, it's not your idea anymore, so it's tough to get behind it.

I have grown more forgiving. I accept that not everything is for me. I'm not as in love with my own opinions as I used to be. And anger is not something that comes to me as quickly as it once did.

by and large, mothers and house wives are the only workers who do not have regular time off.They are the great vacationless class

The jealousy and resentment that animate the terrorists also affect many of our former cold war allies.

I will not do festivals. The thought of an audience that big frightens the life out of me.

Today I love you more than ever; tomorrow I will love you even more. I need you more than ever, I want you more than ever.

She shouldn't speak her thoughts; nothing good ever came of speaking your thoughts.

Discussions of generations only go downhill. There's no point in having them.

a sick society, unlike a sick individual, fares best under the ministration of many doctors.

Women in my world are respected as much as men.

He unzipped his pants and his brains fell out.

Profanity is the parlance of the fool. Why curse when there is such a magnificent language with which to discourse?