“With the video for Boulevard of Broken Dreams we were going for something a bit like Ladykillers, you know? Pretty and demented at the same time…like me!”

That’s where all good music comes from, I think – anything that’s likely to have an impact on pop culture comes from a point where there’s no expectation of it becoming anything other than personal.

‎The day you become old is the day you’re not looking for new experiences anymore.

I don’t want to live in an ivory tower, being the songwriter who just turns inward.

The bigger the risks, the better off you are. Otherwise you’re just boring.

Making mistakes is a lot better than not doing anything.

I heard Davey Havok has a brand of eyeliner out now… its AFI-liner

There’s an honesty in our family – my kids and I are able to talk about things without me putting the fear of God into them.

I think the working-class part of me comes out. Sometimes the people who have the loudest mouths are upper-class, upper-middle-class.

I think that the character actually really loves where he’s at, in his life. He’s just trying to have it make a little bit more sense while he figures out what he actually wants to do with it.

I just plug in and let go.

I have no idea where my career is going. I just make the best music that I possibly can.

Every night I play as if my life depends on it.

I thought everybody was in on the joke. But I was the joke.

I hate celebrities. I really hate them.

We’d go through the script together, rehearsing it before every shot with the other actors. He was just easy to work with. We were able to put it in my language, which was really important.

They have bad taste. I am not a good-looking guy.

I turn to right and left, in all the earth I see no signs of justice, sense or worth: A man does evil deeds, and all his days Are filled with luck and universal praise; Another’s good in all he does – he dies A wretched, broken man whom all despise.

The word ‘survivor’ carries a weight of remembrance that has broken the minds and bodies of more than a few men and women.

Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.

I’m one-hundred-fifty miles off Cape Horn, both autopilots are broken, and my boat is drifting toward one of the nastiest chunks of ocean on the face of the earth.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.

I think people will be surprised at how fast they go next year. I do think world records will get broken next year.

Who hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.

No matter how strong a condom is, it won’t protect you from a broken heart.