Undermine their pompous authority, reject their moral standards, make anarchy and disorder your trademarks. Cause as much chaos and disruption as possible but don't let them take you ALIVE.

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

We had a death pact, and I have to keep my half of the bargain. Please bury me next to my baby in my leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots. Goodbye.

I'm not vicious really. I consider myself to be kindhearted. I love my mum.

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

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

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