The average is the borderline that keeps mere men in their place. Those who step over the line are heroes by the very act. Go.
It is impossible, after a certain point, to go back to a previous way of life, a previous way of thinking.
I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on.
It’s so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can’t say the things you want to.
I definitely learned a lesson this time. I know that I can be broken. I am not as tough as I thought. I see it now. At this point, it’s the only thing good that came out of all of this. I know myself better now and know what I have to do.
There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it’s impossible to turn back.
The most interesting place by far was Afghanistan. Just because it is a place that I cannot see myself living. The hardness of the people and the history of the country is just so completely intense.
Hope is the last thing a person does before they are defeated.
Keep your blood clean, your body lean, and your mind sharp.
I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me.
If you hate your parents, the man or the establishment, don’t show them up by getting wasted and wrapping your car around a tree. If you really want to rebel against your parents, out-learn them, outlive them, and know more than they do.
I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.
I like it better that people aren’t throwing stuff at my face and trying to fight me on stage. Like in the ’80s, it was just aggravating all the time. I have scars from cigars and cigarettes on me, Bic pens, burns from cigarette lighters, all that.
In my world there would be as many public libraries as there are Starbucks.
In the worst of times the best among us never lose their moral compass, and that is how they emerge relatively unscathed.
If it were a choice between me getting killed or one of my friend’s kids, I would happily take the shot.
I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone.
As long as I tell the truth I feel that nobody can touch me.
When the Iron doesn’t want to come off the mat, it’s the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn’t teach you anything.
Will punk rock ever die? Pal, if you have to ask it’s dead to you.