Weedly-weedly-wee, make a face, hold your guitar like it's your weenie, point it heavenward, and look like you're really doing something. Then, you get a big ovation while the smoke bombs go off, and the motorized lights in your truss twirl around.

If you want to get laid, go to college. If you want an education, go to the library.

Our criminal institutions are full of creeps like you who do wrong things, and many of them were driven to these crimes by the horrible force called music.

I am the slime oozing out from your TV set. You will obey me while I lead you, and eat the garbage while I feed you.

All the old history was written for the amusement of the ruling classes. The lower classes couldn't read, and their rulers didn't care about remembering what happened to them.

I'm just one of these unpopular musicians.

Most rock journalism is people who can't write, interviewing people who can't talk, for people who can't read.