“It certainly is gravy every day above ground right now, after kicking that heroin habit.”

I’m male gigolo. Professionally? I don’t think I’ve ever done anything professionally.

If you remember the ‘90s, you weren’t there.

I feel great. George W.Bush is leaving. We’re leaving. It’s all perfect timing.

I’m for Barack Obama. We gotta have the Muslim cell in there just to piss Rush Limbaugh and the right wing off.

Everything shapes you to be the person you are today. Sometimes hard lessons pay off dividends.

Our label is very digital-friendly. We try to provide some free stuff to get interest in the band, but we have to pay our artists. They have to get paid.

I’m still a recluse. I still hate everyone. I’m still a misanthrope.

I had to do another couple of albums about this idiot. Then I had to play in front of 37 people. It was horrible. I was crying. I was freaked out.

I’d rather live life than watch somebody else living it.

Rock n roll is for the young idiots, not an old fart like me.

In the 70s, what thrash was there? Punk came on, and that was cool. But there was no thrash.

Radiohead’s already got their yachts and mansions. Sharon Osbourne already has her empire

Everyone reaches their point in time where either they die or they get sick of doing drugs.

I’ve never seen the Osbournes, I’ve never seen Paris Hilton. I’d rather read than watch reality TV.

I’d still prefer to do five nights at a club than one night at Allstate Arena.

When I was growing up, we had all these crazy bands on the Top 40. Today, if Pink Floyd released “Money”, it wouldn’t even get played.

The Italian people are disciplined, silent and calm, they work and know that there is a Government which governs, and know, above all, that if this Government hits cruelly certain sections of the Italian people, it does not so out of caprice, but from the supreme necessity of national order.

The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training – sacrifice.

It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.

Above all else, never think you’re not good enough.

Every existence above a certain rank has its singular points; the higher the rank the more of them. At these points, influences whose physical magnitude is too small to be taken account of by a finite being may produce results of the greatest importance.

If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?

We must be listened to: above and beyond our personal experience.

If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?