I've become completely well adjusted to being a cult figure.

How can anybody learn anything from an artwork when the piece of art only reflects the vanity of the artist and not reality?

People didn't know certain things about me, which... I was out of creative writing class in school, Syracuse University; had a B.A. in English and wanted to write the great American novel but I also loved rock and roll. I was in bar bands all through college, playing fraternities and have to know all the songs in the top 10. That kind of thing.

The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.

The baby sits in front of MTV watching violent fantasies, while Dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport only to find his heroes all coked up.

She never ever lost her head even when she was giving head.

You're a musician: You play. That's what you do.