I stare at myself in the mirror and I think, ‘Wow, I’m really great-looking.’ I think I’m the greatest, anyway.
If I don’t terrorise, I’m not Pop.
Second only to the sea, the Miami sky has been the greatest comfort in my life past [the age of] 50. On a good day, when the wind blows from the south, the light here is diffuse and forgiving.
‘Punk rock’ is a phrase used by dilettantes and heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies, the bodies, the hearts, the souls, the time and the minds of young men who give everything they have to it.
I’m a little bit damaged in about 15 different ways, and it’s been nice that no particular damaged area has become a major issue. I’m a more than moderately healthy 65-year-old male who has gotten away with a lot of stuff.
A lot of young musicians get the money at the wrong time. They get it for something they don’t feel great about, and it’ll make you feel so bad it’ll destroy you and kill you.
As society has changed, what had formerly been unacceptable has become colourful.
She looked at me penetratingly. So I suppose you can figure out what happened next.
They say that death kills you, but death doesn’t kill you. Boredom and indifference kill you.
I’m not ashamed to dress “like a woman” because I don’t think it’s shameful to be a woman.
I’ve probably been spit on more than any person alive outside of, I would say, a member of the prison system.
I like music that’s more offensive. I like it to sound like nails on a blackboard, get me wild.
I’m deeper than the s–t I’m in and I don’t really give a damn.
I find it hard to focus looking forward. So I look backward.
What did Christ really do? He hung out with hard-drinking fishermen.
I never believed that U2 wanted to save the whales. I don’t believe that The Beastie Boys are ready to lay it down for Tibet.
Well, I don’t use the toilet much to pee in. I almost always pee in the yard or the garden, because I like to pee on my estate.
Nobody understands me, I’m really sensitive.
The drugs went away gradually. The outbursts got fewer and farther between. The big turn for me came when my body began to remember all the times it felt bad. Then I became very, very strong. I really don’t want to crawl under the table and shiver and see little mice running under my eyes for the next fourteen hours. I don’t want my confidence for the next twenty-two gigs f–ked with.
My mom was a saint. She taught me to be terminally nice.