Under no circumstances do I ever want to see any part of me having sex! I wouldn't want to see video tape, pictures, in the mirror, nothing.

I don't think I'm a particularly good writer, and I'm not terribly insightful.

There are so many musicians, friends of mine, who play shows for ten people a night, or always desperately wanted a record contract. So even if every person on the planet loathes me, I have nothing to complain about. My job is not a bad job, so I can't complain.

I live in New York and I love hanging out in gay clubs, and a lot of my friends are gay. But, for better or for worse, I'm not gay.

But at the same time, I don't let myself regret things to the point that I'm paralyzed.

One can only snort so many ants and have so much sex before one starts to long for the comfort and companionship of a good book.

David Lynch is my friend, and I love his movies and his art and his music. Few things make me happier than working with him.