My mother, father and brothers (I was the youngest of three boys), were all very sarcastic and we were a complete Irish-Catholic family. We didn't talk about our feelings ever, and if we did, we were yelling about them - there was no in-between. That's just carried over so many ways in my life and sabotaged relationships, sabotaged creative stuff.

If you start getting yourself into just doing stuff for the money, even if it's a desperate situation, I just firmly believe that if you stick it out through that, then something right will come down the path.

If you do the right thing, the right thing will come down the path.

As far as keeping my sanity, it's something I've only recently tried to focus on as a means of self-preservation.

I'm three years into my recovery from heroin and all this stuff and I want to be able to help people. But they have to do it on their own.

They say what doesn't kill the soul will make you stronger, but you can't be a stone-hearted man.

I hated old people as a young kid who thought he knew anything about punk rock. I just thought old people sucked and I thought their opinions sucked.