I don't want to spend my life explaining myself. You either get it, or you don't.

Music is the most physically inspiring of all the arts.

Why doncha come on over to the house and I'll show 'em to ya?

Don't do speed, speed turns you in to your parents.

The whole Universe is a large joke. Everything in the Universe are just subdivisions of this joke. So why take anything too serious.

Do we really want to know how Michael Jackson makes his music? No. We want to understand why he needs the bones of the Elephant Man -- and, until he tells us, it doesn't make too much difference whether or not he really is ''bad.

The devil, he's about this big. He had a red suit on and a widow's peak, and then a pointed tail, and like a sulfur reek. Yes, it was him alright, I swear.