I read recently that all of us can be defined in adult life by the way others perceived us in high school. I know [people] who had the popular, good-looking path in high school; they tend not to do so well. It was a little bit too easy for them, where for those of us who struggled in every sense, perhaps our determination and self-reliance and discipline were reinforced by that.

For me, drum elements are like hieroglyphics - I think of a certain physical figure, and a little three-dimensional glyph will appear in my mind as I'm playing.

The ones we wish could hear us have heard it all before.

I'm still no good at ball-and-stick games. If I go play golf with the guys, it's intended to be a joke.

What is a master but a master student? And if that's true, then there's a responsibility on you to keep getting better and to explore avenues of your profession.

Let your heart be the anchor and the beat of your song.

Throw off those chains of reason and your prison disappears.