Things happen, but things happen and you follow... your heart is too dramatic, but you follow.

I am stopping so I can be a full time father to my two young sons on a daily basis.

That's going to be on my headstone: 'He came. He wrote 'In the Air Tonight.' He... died.'

All I set out to do was to earn a living playing drums, you know? And as luck would have it, I've surpassed that.

That's the trouble with wishing you were somebody else. As much as you may want it, you know it'll never happen, at least not in this lifetime.

I never said I was at the Alamo. Someone else said I was at the Alamo. Now I'm a nutter. I don't think that's fair.

If it's the beginning of something - like an album, I'm working on the lyrics and I take a walkman and headset.