I'm not great at dealing with death, I have to say. I find death very hard: my mum, my dad, Sid Vicious. I'm not a monster; I feel it and it scares me. One death at a time, please, is all my heart will bear.

I don't mind dancing the robot if the chemicals are ok, but beyond that the robot will not pull my strings.

Love is two minutes fifty-two seconds of squishing noises. It shows your mind isn't clicking right.

For a gun-toting nation, Americans are surprisingly passive.

There's nothing glorious in dying. Anyone can do it.

I think I have something valid to say. My words are my bullets. I like to brag that somehow I got it right.

Me, as a human, I never want to take away another human being's choices or lifestyles or anything.