When I heard the Beatles, I thought thats it. That's what I want to be. I want to be a Beatle.

I live in a 9 million dollar turd.

I wish I didn't have to perform 'Iron Man' every night.

Tell me I'm a sinner I got news for you I spoke to God this morning and he don't like you! Don't you try and teach me no original sin; I don't need your pity for the shape I'm in

The road to nowhere leads to me.

The most unbelievable thing about my behaviour is that I was convinced it was entirely f**king normal.

Do you know what causes low voter turnout in America? It's the result of having the fate of our nation at stake. This began with the bitter presidential election of 1828, which pitted the education, cultivation, and puritan constraint of John Quincy Adams against the yahoo populism of Andrew Jackson, thereby deciding permanently whether America would become a shining city upon a hill or an overlighted strip mall along a highway.