The band broke up because I couldn't bear Rotten anymore because he was an embarrassment with his silly hats and his, like, shabby, dirty, nasty looking appearance.

I was the only guy with any bit of anarchy left.

I'll probably die by the time I reach 25. But I'll have lived the way I wanted to.

I got this feeling I'm gonna die before I get old. I don't know why. I just have this feeling.

We're really quite nice and friendly, but everyone has a beastly side to them, don't they?

It's not really my problem if they think I'm weird.

You're only half the man that I am, and I have half the brain that you do.