The crux of the biscuit is: If it entertains you, fine. Enjoy it. If it doesn't, then blow it out your ass. I do it to amuse myself. If I like it, I release it. If somebody else likes it, that's a bonus.

Bad facts make bad law, and people who write bad laws are in my opinion more dangerous than songwriters who celebrate sexuality.

Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.

The lifestyle that I have is probably neither desirable nor useful to most people.

You know, people are basically shitty. It's when they prove it over and over again that it gets obnoxious.

I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone's teeth get cleaner?

Sit and spin 'til you rot on the cosmic utensil.