Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

I remain the optimist: you just do your best and hope for the best. But it's an evolving state of mind.

It's interesting. I've known quite a few good athletes that can't begin to play a beat on the drum set. Most team sport is about the smooth fluidity of hand-eye coordination and physical grace, where drumming is much more about splitting all those things up.

To me, drum soloing is like doing a marathon and solving equations at the same time.

I have come to believe that anger and grudges are burning embers in the heart.

I love jokes as much as anyone, but I don't want to hear my snail jokes every day. But I might want to hear a good song every day.

Could hell be a place where there is no self-respect? A place where people have no pride in their own existence or behavior, and thus would have none for anyone or anything else?