I hate to say this, but I'll repeat it: After death, all we know that you do is stink.
People are flowers. Music is water. Musicians are the hose.
The most valuable possession you can own is an open heart. The most powerful weapon you can be is an instrument of peace.
One day there will be no borders, no boundaries, no flags and no countries and the only passport will be the heart
Happiness is not a destination or an experience. It's a decision.
The guitar is your first wings. It's assigned and designed to unfold your vision and imagination.
Everything is a battlefield. If you fight with anger, you are part of the problem. If you fight with joy, you're part of the solution.
For all people strive to grasp what they do not know, while none strive to grasp what they already know; and all strive to discredit what they do not excel in, while none strive to discredit what they do excel in. This is why there is chaos.
My insurance provider probably wouldn't allow me to go into a mosh pit anymore. My brain is insured by Lloyd's of London, you know what I'm saying?
Place has always been important to me, and one thing today's Chicago exudes, as it did in 1893, is a sense of place. I fell in love with the city, the people I encountered, and above all the lake and its moods, which shift so readily from season to season, day to day, even hour to hour.
I've been singing properly every day since I was about fifteen or sixteen, and I have never had any problems with my voice, ever. I've had a sore throat here and there, had a cold and sung through it, but that day it just went while I was onstage in Paris during a radio show. It was literally like someone had pulled a curtain over it.