I listen to some of the lyrics I used to write and I say, "Where was my head at when I wrote that?"

Somebody said to me this morning, 'To what do you attribute your longevity?' I don't know. I mean, I couldn't have planned my life out better. By all accounts I should be dead! The abuse I put my body through: the drugs, the alcohol, the lifestyle I've lived the last 30 years!

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

Just take our name off the list. . . . The nomination is meaningless, because it's not voted on by the fans . . . .

People want it to be red, like blood. It's kind of funny. When I used to throw meat into the audience, I'd get letters from kids' mothers saying, "What's the best way to get blood stains out of my son's shirt?"

I open the door for old ladies, I help old ladies across the road. I do a show for leukemia every year, but I don't broadcast that because it's against my image.

When you’re in love, it’s not just about the messing around in the sack, it’s about how empty you feel when they’re gone.