As musicians it's often difficult. You go to a dinner party and most people treat you like some kind of exotic animal and in a way like you don't have any problems and that it's all fantastic and glamorous and that you wake up in the morning, you kick the groupies out of bed, you roll onto the floor onto a needle, right, which fills you with a lovely substance, you roll into the gutter and you stare at the moon and out comes beautiful poetry. The fact of the matter is that that's nonsense. It's a lot of hard work.

I'm really bad with jokes. I would have to say Limp Bizkit.

I believe people are still wonderful in hating. They hate what they don't understand, they hate each other. No matter what anyone says, this world is still not a bit more tolerante than it was before.

Don't let small minded people dictate how you should look and be free.

When people hear the word “beautiful”, they expect something to be pretty. And for me that's not always necessarily the case, y'know.

Music has touched me deeply, sometimes to tears. But at the same time it's been life-affirming, because I've been grateful for the fact that I'm alive and human and capable of being so moved.

I'm continually surprised by the amount of people I wind up. For many guys, I'm the faggot their girlfriend fancies.