“It was the worst night of my life. George W. Bush was reelected, and then I knew”

Everything shapes you to be the person you are today. Sometimes hard lessons pay off dividends.

Our label is very digital-friendly. We try to provide some free stuff to get interest in the band, but we have to pay our artists. They have to get paid.

I’m still a recluse. I still hate everyone. I’m still a misanthrope.

I had to do another couple of albums about this idiot. Then I had to play in front of 37 people. It was horrible. I was crying. I was freaked out.

I’d rather live life than watch somebody else living it.

It certainly is gravy every day above ground right now, after kicking that heroin habit.

Rock n roll is for the young idiots, not an old fart like me.

In the 70s, what thrash was there? Punk came on, and that was cool. But there was no thrash.

Radiohead’s already got their yachts and mansions. Sharon Osbourne already has her empire

Everyone reaches their point in time where either they die or they get sick of doing drugs.

I’ve never seen the Osbournes, I’ve never seen Paris Hilton. I’d rather read than watch reality TV.

I’d still prefer to do five nights at a club than one night at Allstate Arena.

When I was growing up, we had all these crazy bands on the Top 40. Today, if Pink Floyd released “Money”, it wouldn’t even get played.

We try to give the fans a bunch of free stuff, and then have them buy the record. Without buying the record, it doesn’t support your artist.

People who have freaked out as Trump points the blame on Mexicans when you have what you have in Europe.

We just did three albums in a row of shaking our fists in the air and yelling about George W.Bush and the government.

I just knew how to smile.

I knew I was going to do something great.

I knew I wasn’t going to die 20 miles from where I was born, no 20 miles from where I lived.

I first knew of the existence of this aircraft only early in ‘42 – even in my position.

My brother is gay, and we knew when he was two.

lf. I wasn’t going to try too hard to conform, and I knew that it could possibly not work out.

I started tapping and I was okay. Then after about two years my feet knew what they were doing!

I always knew I was going to die in space.