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 say no to drugs, but they don't listen.

If one more 'journalist' makes a cavalier statement about me and my band, I will personally or with my fans' help, greet them at their home and discover just how much they believe in their freedom of speech.

I was married to someone who wanted me to change. Become more adult, more responsible. I began not to like myself, not like what I do. I lost my identity. Everything began collapsing around me.

One hates what one fears.

The person who thinks I worship the devil and kill animals is just as important as someone who makes an interpretation that's closer to what I intended.

If I think I weigh too much, I'll lose weight; if my hair looks stupid, I'll cut it. I guess I'm my harshest critic. I'm not easily satisfied.