I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

I knew I was different. I thought that I might be gay or something because I couldn't identify with any of the guys at all. None of them liked art or music, they just wanted to fight and get laid. It was many years ago but it gave me this real hatred for the average American macho male.

There is plenty of Hühnerfleisch in the Kühlschrank. (There is plenty of chicken in the fridge).

I mean I like to be passionate and sincere but I also like to have fun and act like a dork.

Out of all the guitars in the whole world, the Fender Mustang is my favorite. They're cheap and totally inefficient, and they sound like crap and are very small.

She eyes me like a pisces.

I'm thought of as this pissy, complaining, freaked-out schizophrenic who wants to kill himself all the time.