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

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 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.

We have a big appetite for putting people down but, at the heart of everyone, there’s enough room for all of us to succeed.

I grew up listening to everybody.

To be alive in America is to hear all kinds of music constantly: radio, records, churches, cats on the street, everywhere music. And with records, the whole history of music is open to everyone who wants to hear it.

Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.

Smile, for everyone lacks self-confidence and more than any other one thing a smile reassures them.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

Everyone lives by selling something.

Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.