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

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.

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.

When we usually think of fears, in comics or in films, it’s most often fears on a relatively superficial level: fear of murderous insects, of ghosts, of zombies, or even fear of dying.

Death is but an instant, life a long torment.

That was a great game of golf, fellers.

And while I’m talking to you, every second I’m talking, a second is passing. Gone. Count them up. Count them down. They’re gone. Each one bringing you closer to your dying time.

Just beat my record for most consecutive days without dying.

[The Maldives] they’ve become deeply politically engaged – just for instance, the president taught his whole cabinet to scuba dive so they could hold an underwater cabinet meeting along their dying coral reef and pass a 350 resolution to send to the U.N.

Don’t do things to not die, do things to enjoy living. The by-product may be not dying.

In the end, living is defined by dying. Book-ended by oblivion, we are caught in the vice of terror, squeezed to bursting by the approaching end. Fear is ever-present, waiting to be called to the surface. Change brought fear, and fear brought destruction.