“Art is commenting on what’s going on around you in your life.”

I feel great. George W.Bush is leaving. We’re leaving. It’s all perfect timing.

I’m for Barack Obama. We gotta have the Muslim cell in there just to piss Rush Limbaugh and the right wing off.

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.

Money will hit me at a big off-period and genius will hit me in starvation, that is, I often get the money when I don’t think I deserve it and have been lolling around for days and days thinking the most abysmal thoughts.

I was known around the college for jamming in the lounge.

I became the storyteller of South Side Chicago. I used an old Kiwi liquid shoe polish as a microphone. I’d go around the house interviewing everybody, telling stupid jokes, doing voices. I mimicked Sidney Poitier, Sammy Davis Jr., people on ‘Laugh-In,’ Flip Wilson.

After I ran off the mound, I looked over at the St. Louis dugout. There were players rolling around on the floor, laughing. Poor Terry. I’ll have to admit that was a hell of a curveball.

I don’t seek power and do not run around

Public and private funds have been thrown around like confetti at a country fair, to close up and destroy clinics, hospitals, and scientific research laboratories which do not conform to the viewpoint of medical associations.

It always felt embattled and small. It always, almost always, was a small group of people relative to the opposition around.

Hi, this is Bernard Fanning from Powderfinger. I’m in New York at the moment, and we’ve been walking around the city, it’s pretty strange.