I am the passenger, I stay under glass. I look through my window so bright, I see the stars come out tonight. I see the bright and hollow sky, over the city's ripped backsides and everything looks good tonight.

I feel a great comfort and relief knowing that there are others who lived and died and thought and fought so long ago; I feel less tyrannized by the present day.

Nobody understands me, I'm really sensitive.

When it comes to art, money is an unimportant detail. It just happens to be a huge unimportant detail.

When punk began to be a genre, people were going to go out and try to mine it. Some of the better groups, like the Ramones and the Sex Pistols, were very artificial.

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

I've probably been spit on more that any person alive outside of, I would say, a member of the prison system.