Jealousy endlessly eats through my mind, and jealously endlessly makes me be unkind.

I always thought martial arts was the most modern choreography we could have right now, and I always wanted to put it to music.

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.

It's depressing when you're still around and your albums are out of print.

Here comes Jesse Jackson, he talks of common ground. Does that common ground include me, or is it just a sound?

All I want to do, is write rock and roll that you could listen to as you got older, and it wouldn't lose anything; it would be timeless, in the subject matter and the literacy of the lyrics.

Herpes, AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle. Better check that sausage before you put it in the waffle.