I think I ended up on 'People's '50 Most Beautiful People' list just because of eyeliner, which is kind of a bummer. But if you do find the right color, it will make your eyes pop.

Boys in bands are more difficult to deal with than one-year-old babies. I’ve been one of them, and I am one of them, but it is the truth.

If anyone saw Fall Out Boy’s first 400 shows, we were the worst band of all time.

With marriage and fatherhood, I’ve finally found two fixed points in my life. They’ve taught me patience. They’ve also taught me that I don’t need to feel guilty about being happy. My emotional seasons are less extreme.

I’ve got sunsets on the insides of my eyelids.

Freud suggests that in order to love someone else, one must love themselves; it’s a classic “needs before other needs” argument. Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves. And, if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy.

I think people who just know me from my band think I don’t like pop music. The truth is I love pop music.

I’ve been an Obama supporter since he announced he was campaigning. I was aware of him as a senator, but I wasn’t as engaged as I probably should’ve been.

I wish I had never taken naked pictures of myself on a phone to send to a girl. It’s the worst thing ever.

My brain has always been my enemy, and I’ve spent much of the past decade warring against it, with therapy and razor blades and bad behavior, with precision-guided prescriptions that targeted specific regions.