I can't remember that I ever had just a minute of stage fright.

My understanding of first-degree murder is that premeditation needs to be proven.

A man came up to me the other day and said he hadn't had a bite in weeks. So you know what I did? I walked by him like he didn't even exist.

I'm disappointed by bands left and right, every day.

After I left D.C. to join Black Flag, I felt I was in a band.

Travelling as extensively as I do... the take away for me has made me very humble and very sympathetic to other people's plight in the world and very desirous of being proactive in being part of a solution somehow and not part of a problem. It's made me very patient and very grateful for where I live.

You can still function as a living ruin.