Punk rock was the tsunami that threatened to drown us all in 1977.

The music we play has to be tomorrow's, the things we say have to be today, and the reason for bothering is yesterday.

Give blood, but you may find that blood is not enough.

Here comes the new boss Same as the old boss.

As a young man, every bone in my body wanted to pick up a machine gun and kill Germans. And yet I had absolutely no reason to do so. Certainly nobody invited me to do the job. But that's what I felt that I was trained to do. Now no part of my upbringing was militaristic.

I'm an air-conditioned gypsy.

The circling horse was an oblique warning that i would repeat the same mistake eternally. Would the law of averages allow it? Can anything continue without change? Nothing else in nature behaves so consistently and rigidly as a human being in pursuit of hell.