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.

Today everything's a conflict of interest.

You just pick up a chord, go twang, and you're got music.

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

I'm not chic, I could never be chic.

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

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