I think punk rock, especially for me, was a big middle finger to this whole talent thing.

There was a thing during those times in the '80s where it was like Sex Pistols then Nirvana and nothing in between.

I have a little name. That's why people can remember it.

The engine room really is a metaphor for my head, and all the things bangin' around, and I think I share that with a lot of people. A lot of memories, and a lot of hopes, and a lot of just dealing with the day-to-day. Sometimes it gets all abstract.

These hurts I have are my fault but I'm sure gonna learn from it and hopefully anyone reading this will too. The lesson: stay aware on a bicycle and look up the road in front of you at all times to make sure you can deal with what's coming and the condition of the road you're gonna be rolling down!

The only thing new is you finding out about something. Like nothing's really new, but you reinvent it for yourself and find your inner voice.

You know there was always a confusion that punk was a style of music.

Imitation is being rewarded. They're learning that if you fit right in the mold, you get rewarded. Music is no longer a form of expression - it's a means to a lifestyle.

Life is definitely not a rehearsal, this is it.

I wanna try and stay a student for life.

You need bad things to make good things. It’s like with farming— if you want to grow a good crop, you need a lot of manure.

I want to be a student for life.

Some things never die, and they often get way better.