Practice makes perfect, but nobody’s perfect, so why practice?
Married, Married, Married! Buried! Yeah yeah yeah yeah.
I only remember a few things about Jimmy Carter. He had big lips and liked peanuts. I now know that Jimmy Carter was and is a good man.
I would love to be erased from our association with Pearl Jam or the Nymphs and other first time offenders.
Punk is musical freedom. It’s saying, doing and playing what you want. In Webster’s terms, ‘nirvana’ means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world, and that’s pretty close to my definition of Punk Rock.
It’s better to burn out than to fade away.
I am not well read, but when I do read, I read well.
The duty of youth is to challenge corruption.
Birds scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth, but sadly we don’t speak bird.
We have no right to express an opinion until we know all of the answers.
The worst crime is faking it.
A friend is nothing but a known enemy.
If my eyes could show my soul, everyone would cry when they saw me smile.
I had a really good childhood up until I was nine, then a classic case of divorce really affected me.
I definitely feel closer to the feminine side of the human being than I do the male – or the American idea of what a male is supposed to be. Just watch a beer commercial and you’ll see what I mean.
I didn’t know how to deal with success. If there was a Rock Star 101, I would have liked to take it. It might have helped me.
I’m a spokesman for myself. It just so happens that there’s a bunch of people that are concerned with what I have to say. I find that frightening at times because I’m just as confused as most people. I don’t have the answers for anything.
Humans are stupid. I’m ashamed to be human.
I like to make people feel happy and superior in their reaction towards my appearance.
In the sun I feel as one.
People ask me what it’s like to hear our song on the radio. I don’t know, I don’t listen to the radio.