The sounds of anger are not melodic.

I always find the mirror in the dressing room is where the best artists are.

I wanted to wear the most impenetrable suit of armour ever known to mankind. 'Hello, Mr. Rotten...' You can't say anything about me. You can't put me down in any way shape or form - I'm rotten to the core... you know, what's left for you? Pleasantries? I suppose the worst insult you could sling my way is 'Oh, he's really nice, him.'

Do what I want, be honest to myself and then it would do good for others, that's all, full on.

I'm not limited to categories or genres. Anything human beings come up with fascinates me. If a three-legged idiot like me can dance to it, then that's all well and fine.

It's a repressive society where you can't be horrible, I'm not horrible, they made me horrible, I'm just honest.

I'm not one for like soul-searching, sour fizzy moments. I come from the school of hard knocks, "f**king get on with it", that's it.