You have to be saved to get into heaven....you only have to be you to get into hell.

Ultimately, because I'm an artist, I can't ever consider myself a nihilist, so I suppose I'm optimistic.

I did have a Huggy Beardoll. One of his legs fell off. That empty leg became a place where, when we were doing a lot of drugs on tour at one point, we would store the drugs in his empty leg. That's where the term 'dancing with the one-legged man' on Smells Like Children came from, because whenever anyone was doing drugs we called it the 'dance of the one-legged man.' That became a ritualistic thing that was funny for awhile.

I'd like to think that I'd helped people all over the world to question the things they otherwise would have accepted as the truth. I'd also like to think that I'd charmed them a bit with my lovely vocal stylings and the baring of my lovely arse.

I often obsess so much about things that I can't get done, that I ruin other things.

My dream of an apocalypse that was the Antichrist Superstar has unfolded. I could see that they only looked and acted like humans, but they had lost their souls, they were Mechanical Animals

Let's just kill everyone and let God sort them out.