There's a lot that's happened in my life that maybe I didn't want to happen, but I suppose it's led me to exactly where I am now.

One of my favorite quotes ever was from Slash from Guns and Roses and he said 'to be truly iconic, you need to be able to recognized in a silhouette'

Life's too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don't care.

Never take a person away from the music they love.

I'm just tired; I just want the world to be quiet for a bit.

I'd kill myself without music. Immediately. Life is pointless without music for me.

People think that atheists have nothing to live for, but that's not true - it's that we have nothing to die for.

We like to juxtapose our music with a more dour aesthetic.

Everything that we've ever done has led up to this moment, so I presume there's a certain intricacy in that.

The idea of being part of this tapestry of humanity is a far more enlightening idea for me than believing you are going to this different place when you die. The magic of reality is far more potent.

Music drives me insane, the incessant presence of music in my life. It informs how I see the world; it drives me crazy

The past is always tense, the future perfect.

You don't win a game by hitting the ball out of the court.

Hunger never saw bad bread.

Walk where your heart leads you, there are no restrictions and no burdens.

Football isn't necessarily won by the best players. It's won by the team with the best attitude.

Do as we say, and not as we do. [Lat., Faites ce que nous disons, et ne faites pas ce que nous faisons.]

The spiritual quality of earth: eternally pregnant and containing in its fertility the unwritten cipher of cosmic lore.

If you're trying to take a roomful of people by surprise, it's a lot easier to hit your targets if you don't yell going through the door.

D'Artagnan is the youngest of the four, and they're like his big brothers. They bring him up and teach him the ways of what it's like to be a Musketeer, and he embraces it with open arms.

O cease! must hate and death return, Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!