Mark Hoppus > Quotes

“The Japanese approach to life is that you work every day towards perfection, knowing you will never reach it, but always moving closer. To me, that is skat[eboard]ing. It’s art, abstract expressionism on concrete.”
― Mark Hoppus, Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir

“What are the odds? One in a million? That's fine. One in a million happens to me ... all the time.”
― Mark Hoppus, Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir

“In stark contrast to the bike-riding hippie, my mom started dating a new guy named Absolute Fucking Asshole, and I didn’t like him.”
― Mark Hoppus, Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir

“Skateboarding is about getting a little better every day. You fall, you get up, you try again and again until you master a skill. And then you try something harder. And you fail at that. And you try again.”
― Mark Hoppus, Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir

“Skateboarding was more than a hobby for me: it was a portal to another world.”
― Mark Hoppus, Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir

“Whenever Tom met a girl, he gave her Kerry’s number and told her to call and ask for Bill, which, incidentally, was Kerry’s dad’s name. Then old Bill would catch hell from his wife for having girls call him at all hours.”
― Mark Hoppus, Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir

“I will wear my own band’s merch because I am a fan of the American rock band The Blink One Eighty Twos.”
― Mark Hoppus

“It was then I started to fully understand the greater importance of blink, that it was bigger than the three of us. The band had been around for more than twenty years. People had grown up with us. Lost their virginity to our music. Hung our posters on their bedroom walls. They had kids of their own and introduced our music to them. We were transcending into something more than a band. blink was an idea. And we couldn't let that idea die.”
― Mark Hoppus

“Blink-182 was a party. And everyone was invited.”
― Mark Hoppus, Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir

“Late nights at Kinko’s are the absolute best. Cold fluorescent lights cast a pallor of sickness over the exhausted college students working the counter. It’s always filthy. Torn pages and paper clips litter the corners of the work areas. Glue and pens scatter the floor. A Post-it note on a copier that just says “Greg.” Everyone there is miserable, working on a last-minute presentation or school project. Stressed and under the gun. We’d roll in laughing and ruin everyone’s night just by smiling.”
― Mark Hoppus, Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir

“The truth is: we were a bunch of lanky kids falling awkwardly on curbs in the middle of nowhere. But for the first time I felt fucking cool. Like I had a crew. Like I belonged.”
― Mark Hoppus, Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir

“We built launch ramps and skated every parking lot in town. We were dedicated and relentless in our pursuit of skate greatness. And greatness is what we found.”
― Mark Hoppus, Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir