Mao Tse Tung lives and his name is Barack Hussein Obama. This country should be ashamed. I wanna throw up.

I play the living hell out of my guitars daily, and as sure as the sun rises in the east, killer licks, ideas, grooves, patterns and songs erupt every time.

I think you should ride the line between fatigue and chaos. The chaos keeps the energy level and spontaneity maximized, while fatigue is just over the edge, and you should try to avoid it.

I can hear her thunder, she's coming after me, thunder thighs.

There's an absolute surety to the hands-on conservation lifestyle of hunting, fishing and trapping where you know you're going to consume today.

Hunting is the last perfect thing.

My haters are laughable punks, my supporters the greatest people that ever lived.