These are my wakeup cupcakes, some anti-depressants and a cellphone book.

The road of rock and roll (much like life) is littered with broken dreams and death. And it's our job to overcome these and to survive.

If you (the press) lie about us, I will hit you, Kurt will shoot you, and we both will sue.

Making good records tastes good in your mouh. And when that record sells, it tastes even better.

I'm a catalogue artist: I compete with Bob Dylan.

I'm a survivor, at least that's what everyone tells me.

Even if you don't release it, find a scream. It's so liberating. You can do anything then. It’s like you can fly. It gives you superpowers.