My name is Frank Iero and I hate mushrooms. All mushrooms. No matter how they're prepared, I feel like they're all slimy and they taste like dirt.

You can only hold on to something for so long and enjoy it just by yourself, what's the point? It's very selfish. For better or for worse, I feel like the point of all of this is to make someone feel something.

Popsicles should be the new black and then everyone would have one.

I have a split - of my real home-life side that's real-life, and then the creative side that is not necessarily real-life, but it intersects my real-life so much.

If you don't listen, you're never gonna learn.

At times, it could be a bit difficult to understand everything that's being said when just listening, but I wanted the lyrics to be the first impression.

If I couldn’t play, I wouldn’t be alive.