Conceived in anger, addicted to hate, the mutant child of a twisted state.

I just suddenly thought, people really get off on being scared. They pay money to see green foam come out of people's mouths.

I always feel like I am on the dark side of the tracks. I feel I'm no good. I can't read.

If you go out for a drink, you go out for a drink. You don't think, 'I'll have a few pints. I'll piss up this shrine.'

Freddie is great. At a time when everybody around was doing God knows what, Queen was making music.

My stay in Camp Betty was the longest I'd been without drink or drugs in my adult life. [...] At first, they put me in a room with a guy who owned a bowling alley, but he snored like an asthmatic horse, so I moved and ended up with a depressive mortician. [...] The mortician snored even louder than the bowling alley guy - he was like a moose with a tracheotomy.

I was curious, given the swimming pools of booze I’ve guzzled over the years - not to mention all of the cocaine, morphine, sleeping pills, cough syrup, LSD, Rohypnol… there’s really no plausible medical reason why I should still be alive. Maybe my DNA could say why.