Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, that's what the Statue of Bigotry says. Your poor huddled masses, let's just club them to death, and get it over with.

Let's do what you fear most That from which you recoil But which still makes your eyes moist

Between thought and expression lies a lifetime.

I think it's pretentious to create art just for the sake of stroking the artists ego.

It's interesting to have a conglomeration of people that covers the strata from A to Z... There's a certain element of the audience that's intellectually oriented, into the lyrics... then there's another element of the audience that's into a sex trip. I'm into both of them.

I'll tell ya, I'm a genuinely nice guy. I really am. A real nice guy. But I think I'm temperamental.

I don't like nostalgia unless it's mine.