I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.

I just feel that when all is said and done, I am not insane.

You are bound to pick up influences.

I think I must be, absolutely, a total sex object. In every sense of the word.

I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an early death and I need to cling to something.

I always thought my genitals were the result of some crude practical joke.

Don't talk to me about people who are 'nice' cause I have spent my whole life in ruins because of people who are 'nice'.