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.'

Thank God for the bomb. Nuke ya, nuke ya.

I don't know if I'm a medium for some outside source. Whatever it is, frankly, I hope it's not what I think … Satan.

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?"

There are no unsavable souls.

I don’t know whose brilliant idea that was, but it wasn’t mine, that’s for sure.

For years I've had neurological problems. I used to shake a lot and I was on medication - I paid about $700,000 for one year of pills. I was taking 40-odd different ones a day.