“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 don’t think punk ever really dies, because punk rock attitude can never die.

I’m not talking with an American accent. I haven’t gone off and become Sammy Hagar.

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.

As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.

Man, anytime the ball goes through the basket. It doesn’t matter if it’s a jumper or a drive.

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.

Grief is like a wheel that goes around and around the world.

When everything goes well, people celebrate you, when you make mistakes people criticize you.

My wife goes to Birmingham five times a week. My mom lives in Birmingham now after moving from Myrtle Beach. It’s not just the job. A lot of people don’t get that. My life is here.

I wear green on Sunday because it’s my mom’s favorite color, but green goes pretty well on Sunday at the Masters, too.

Historically, the stuff of the universe goes on becoming concentrated into ever more organized forms of matter.