I don't have any sentimental notion about how people are going to remember me.

We are the most beloved and hated band in the world.

Heavy metal is a universal energy -- it's the sound of a volcano. It's rock, it's earth shattering. Somewhere in our primal being we understand.

Thinking about the future and thinking about the past is really only a way of ignoring the present.

In a weird kind of way, music has afforded me an idealism and perfectionism that I could never attain as me.

Where is this great love for rock and roll that existed for 50 or 60 years?

I started thinking that if post modernism is about people opening up all their skeletons, I'm going the other way. I don't want anyone knowing anything about me anymore.