What did Christ really do? He hung out with hard-drinking fishermen.

There was a time when I wanted to get out of the Western world. I went down to Grenada and looked at a place, and I realised that if I lived in a Grenadian manner I'd be nothing but a blah. I'm going to need constant bodyguarding, guns and money to join the community there. Otherwise you just got a bunch of fat, old white people dying together, overeating, drinking. Not very attractive.

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

Cigarettes and coffee, man, that's a combination.

I think that all the years of exposure to amps and electricity has altered my body chemistry.

I don't think I'm lucky; I think I have a tough constitution. That's a lot of it. And I've been wise enough to listen to other people. I was unconsciously cultivating as many straight friends as I could.

Well, I don't use the toilet much to pee in. I almost always pee in the yard or the garden, because I like to pee on my estate.