Art makes us feel less alone. It makes us think: somebody else has thought this, somebody else has had these feelings.

Look at him now, poor fellow. That's what a dose of reality does for you...Never touch the stuff myself, you understand. Find it gets in the way of the hallucinations.

I was kind of a selfish child, who always wanted things his way, and I've kind of taken that over into my relationship with the world.

You know what I wish? I wish all the scum of the Earth had one throat and I had my hands about it.

The more I look at most of the art movements, it's all occultism, when you get down to it. The Surrealists were openly talking about being magicians.

I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography.

Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament.