The messenger is not as important as the message.

Love what you do and who you truly are. Be willing to die for it. If you are true to yourself, you can never go wrong

Emo always meant emotional. Any kind of art or music should be emotional. If its not, than it's pretty much just a jingle selling bleach or pizza.

The future’s too bright to dwell on the past. Life moves fast, run faster.

I would rather be trampled by thousands of children than touch a spider.

My name is Frank Iero and I hate mushrooms. All mushrooms. No matter how they're prepared, I feel like they're all slimy and they taste like dirt.

My tattoos are like a scrapbook of my life. Sometimes you don't feel comfortable in your own skin, so covering it up with pictures helps

If you lose count of how many cookies you ate, the calorie intake ceases to exist. True story.

I tend to really like things that are broken, I like the ones that are perfectly imperfect.

These are dangerous days we live in and you, the artists, are our last defense.

Popsicles should be the new black and then everyone would have one.

You don't even know where I'm going.""I don't care. I'd like to go anywhere.

A mark.... is left when you complete your internal quest when you leave........

In other living creatures the ignorance of themselves is nature but in men it is a vice.

If you've got a big gut and you start doing sit-ups, you are going to get bigger because you build up the muscle. You've got to get rid of that fat! How do you get rid of fat? By changing your diet.

What I think," Chatty says, "is that if a man loves a woman more than a woman loves a man, then they're even.

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

Is insight dependent on a material process? Has insight a cause?

This is a day we have managed to avoid for a quarter of a century. We've talked about it before and speculated about it, and it finally has occurred. We hoped we could push this day back forever.

There's a fine line between fiction and non-fiction and I think I snorted it somewhere in 1979

Gossip, even when it avoids the sexual, bears around it a faint flavor of the erotic.