I've started to think that maybe I wouldn't mind passing my demented genius on to some small thing who can set fire and breathe profanity.

I don't want to have a gravestone. I want to have all my friends burn me and then snort the ashes. I think that's the only way to go out.

I think there's a danger with any great art, that if you begin to test your ideas on other people, and get their opinions before making decisions, or if you pay too much attention to what other people say about what you create, that it really pollutes your expression. I think that I'm much more about pure art and honesty and expressing exactly what I feel, and not caring so much what anyone says. However, I do respect, and I do pay attention to everyone's comments. And I do take them into consideration. But I don't base my decisions by it

Multiply your death, divide by sex, add up your violence, what do you get?

I don't need to drive. I have no business driving. I would never be able to find my keys.

Spare time is like spare change. It's hard to quantify, the definition of that phrase. What do I do when I'm not onstage singing, or sleeping, with or without someone else? I watch movies.

Anyone I may have used should feel happy that they even had a use. It's better than being useless.