People ask me what's like to hear our song on the radio. I don't know, I don't listen to the radio

I wouldn't wear a tie-dyed tee-shirt unless it was dyed with the urine of Phil Collins and the blood of Jerry Garcia.

Birds... scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth. They know the truth. Screaming bloody murder all over the world in our ears, but sadly we don't speak bird.

People think of life as being so sacred and they feel like this is their only chance and they have to do something with their life and make an impact As far as I'm concerned, it's just a pitstop for the afterlife. It's just a little test to see how you can handle reality.

I mean I like to be passionate and sincere but I also like to have fun and act like a dork.

I get a thrill meeting kids who are into alternative music.

Life isn't nearly as sacred as the appreciation of passion.