To see how boring you really are, write a book about soap and cults, and the profits you make will be your only means of subsistence.

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.

No matter what happens, it’s always now.

At this rate, we'll never get to the future.

I'm always trying to reach a transcendent point, a romantic point, but reach it in a really unconventional way, a really profane way. To get to that romantic, touching, heartbreaking place, but through a lot of acts of profanity.

We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.