When you cross the street, take my hand

My original idea for the cover was better - decapitate Paul - but he wouldn't go along with it.

I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.

When I was a child I experienced moments of not wanting to see the ugliness, not wanting to see not being wanted. This lack of love went into my eyes and into my mind.

All kids draw and write poetry and everything, and some of us last until we're about eighteen, but most drop off at about twelve when some guy comes up and says, "You're no good." That's all we get told all our lives. "You haven't got the ability. You're a cobbler." It happened to all of us, but if somebody had told me all my life, "Yeah, you're a great artist," I would have been a more secure person.

Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty.

I'd like to incite people to break the framework, to be disobedient in school, to stick their tongues out, to keep insulting authority.