Pussy power's pulling me down, down, down, down. When it's there and I can't have it, I get real real rabid.

I'll love you when my eyes are open, I'll love you when my eyes are gone.

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

I like music that's more offensive. I like it to sound like nails on a blackboard, get me wild.

Musical types tend to combine the burden of the author with the burden of the actor.

I think that prosecuting some college kid because she shared a file is a lot like sending somebody to Australia 200 years ago for poaching his lordship's rabbit. That's how it must seem to poor people who just want to watch a crappy movie for free after they’ve been working themselves to death all day at Tesco or whatever, you know.

And if somebody's going to produce me, they should be producing my sound for me. And that's something I have to come up with myself.