“We want flesh, flesh for fantasy.”

Such a human waste, your eyes without a face.

When talking about marriage, Allah says your spouses are garments for you. A garment may or may not fit perfectly-but either way, it covers imperfections, protects, and beautifies.

The biggest misconception people have about me is that I’m stupid.

Elvis a fight the dying light, Johnny Ray he’s always crying.

I am quite a romantic person, really, and I should have put that into my music earlier, but I was probably denying it…

I am hopelessly divided between the dark and the good, the rebel and the saint, the sex maniac and the monk, the poet and the priest, the demagogue and the populist. Pen to paper, I put it all down – I’m out on a limb here, so watch my back.

Part of the punk attitude was that you should project your music through your whole body… show your personality as much as possible.

I love it when someone insults me. That means that I don’t have to be nice anymore.

If I only had the chance, I’d ask one to dance, and I’d be dancing with myself.

Rock isn’t art, it’s the way ordinary people talk.

Well there’s nothing to lose And there’s nothing to prove I’ll be dancing with myself.

I didn’t want to be soft because I felt I had to be so hard to get people to believe in me.

When I started out, everyone seemed to be adopting these names… Johnny Rotten, Sid Vicious. I wasn’t really Rotten or Vicious or Nasty, so I wanted something a bit more funny – yet something that seemed real rock ‘n’ roll… something that acknowledged my ambition.

There was a time when my whole life was in chaos, really, and I didn’t help myself sort it out. But one day I came to my senses, and I think I was lucky because a lot of people don’t.

The world goes on, you go on and you change. You want to show the fans those changes, and you want to be able to verbalize them.

I’m not trying to hide from my past. I want to roll in it. Like a dog, rolling in feces.

One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I’d guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.

Human beings are made up of flesh and blood, and a miracle fiber called courage.

If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart i’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.

Some say your body is a temple. But I’m feeling trapped within this flesh. My mind is a haunted fortress and I’m a prisoner in duress.

I mean the flesh, never fade! The flesh never leave the creation, see, because with that divine spirit the flesh cannot fade. If the spirit is weak then the flesh fade, seen?

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?

If the mind is willing, the flesh could go on and on without many things.