That first plunge under the shore break on a chilly fall morning. It forces a sound out of one's body that is kind of a whoo-ahhh! - shocking and refreshing all at once. You become acutely aware of your body and your surroundings, which is helpful when you're about to paddle out to sea.

I am tapping into a place in you that is unexplored, and very dangerous, but I think essential to the creative life of an artist.

Britney Spears. Because she's a girl, I wouldn't smack her - I'd lock her in a closet with poisonous spiders or something. Let her think about what she's doing to the youth culture of America.

On a more human level, the closest things to truths that I have been able to access are Love, Art, and Play.

Surf is something I have been obsessed with since I was a child.

Music draws from almost the identical place as art does, which really is that intangible - it's like you're pulling from the ether. I don't know where it comes from.

I attribute a scab to the present state of society. The way the scab looks in its worst state is gross and chaotic and horrible, that's now, but when it breaks away, there's a brand new piece of skin that's stronger than before. It's like creation out of chaos.