We didn't really swallow much of the Jesus thing, but we got the vocab.

Before you can make good music, you just have to shut up. Then the music can say what it has to say.

I don't mind what the market is, but why is it vapid? If they're such a bunch of idiots, why don't you show them good music instead? They're not going to know the difference.

I guess I'll just slip into the studio after the next time with the Muses, and then just keel over and die.

No drug is a cure, though. Drugs are just big pieces of tape they stick over warning lights.

Popular music sucks so bad right now.

Nirvana was pop. You can have distorted guitars and people say it's alternative, but you can't break out of pop music's constructs and still get extensive radio play and media coverage.

I've always chosen my band members based on their sense of humor. It might sound stupid, but it means not only are they fun to live with on a tour bus for years, but humor implies intelligence.

My brother and I were meditating before we were 6 years old, having to stare at the wall and chant.

We need a day of the dead. That's a perfect celebration.

Good taste - that's all you really need when you're playing an instrument.

Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.

If you are faithful in little things, then you will be given a bigger commitment.

Among the world's evils—fascism, ethnic cleansing, environmental degradation— smoking deserves the most severe curricular attention in my kid's school.

An era can be considered over when its basic illusions have been exhausted.

If you can't think of anything nice to say, come sit here beside me.

I think writing books is a way for me to work out certain issues. I write about what matters to me, always.

Blindness enhanced my spiritual life.

I'm ex-player, ex-technical director, ex-coach, ex-manager, ex-honorary president. A nice list that once again shows that everything comes to an end.

I come from an Italian family. One of the greatest and most profound expressions we would ever use in conversations or arguments was a slamming door. The slamming door was our punctuation mark.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.