Onstage I've been hit by a grapefruit, beercans, eggs, spit, money, cigarette butts, Mandies, Quaaludes, joints, bras, panties, and a fist.

I find it hard to focus looking forward. So I look backward.

When the 'godfather of punk' thing started floatin' around, it was, I was really, really embarrassed. I thought I should have a great, big rig and a cape and everything, and it was very embarrassing. And then after a while, you learn that if people call you anything, this is a great gift.

How am I going to listen to that horrible noise I make without a gram of coke and a couple of double Jack Daniels?

When I get up in the morning, I stay nude for three or four hours. If I really feel like getting formal, I'll put on board shorts.

What the world needs right now... a good, artistic, gothic, terrifying scare

I kinda feel like everything comes full circle in life, even though that's a cliche.