“We’re so trendy we can’t even escape ourselves.”

Forever in debt to your priceless advice.

All in all is all we are.

No True Talent is fully organic.

I am not well read, but when I do read, I read well.

Nobody dies a virgin. Life fucks us all.

Music is energy. A mood, atmosphere. Feeling.

Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t after you.

It’s better to burn out than to fade away.

If you die you’re completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on.

Punk is musical freedom. It’s saying, doing and playing what you want. In Webster’s terms, ‘nirvana’ means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world, and that’s pretty close to my definition of Punk Rock.

Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.

I’m not like them, but I can pretend.

I really miss being able to blend in with people.

Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with your self esteem.

No one is afraid of heights, they’re afraid of falling down. No one is afraid of saying I love you, they’re afraid of the answer.

I would like to get rid of the homophobes, sexists, and racists in our audience. I know they’re out there and it really bothers me.

People are running, running, but there is no place in the world to which they can flee to escape themselves. Ultimately, each one must face himself.

There is no escape – man drags man down, or man lifts man up.

The only way to escape the abyss is to look at it, gauge it, sound it out and descend into it.

Whenever your life touches mine, you make me stronger of weaker… there is no escape… people drag others or lift others up.

The discovery there is no god is a great relief, because if there were, it would be like living in a celestial North Korea if there was one. You would never be able to escape.

The search for Nirvana, like the search for Utopia or the end of history or the classless society, is ultimately a futile and dangerous one. It involves, if it does not necessitate, the sleep of reason. There is no escape from anxiety and struggle.

Take me from this wasteland, for I have longed for an escape like a bird that craves the wilderness, from every corner of his cage.

How dismal it is to see present day Americans yearning for the very orthodoxy that their country was founded to escape.