My parents were worried about me, certainly when I became so deeply interested in music and people like the New York Dolls who, at the time, were very peculiar indeed.

I'm just happy being dumpy. Dumpy, fat and middle-aged.

Even now - in the final hour of my life - I'm falling in love again.

Jesus made me, so he should save me from pity, sympathy and idiots discussing me.

Nobody can possibly be so hungry that they need to take a life in order to feel satisfied - they don't after all, take a human life, so why take the life of an animal? Both are conscious beings with the same determination to survive. It is habit, and laziness and nothing else.

Long hair is an unpardonable offense which should be punishable by death.

I was driving my car, I crashed and broke my spine. So yes there are things worse in life than never being someone's sweetie.