“Rock n’ roll sounded like music from another planet. The first time around, we had people like Elvis, Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis – all them people.”

From the beginning of time, the bad guys always had the best uniforms. Napoleon, the Confederates, the Nazis.

I always thought we had more in common with punk than with anything else, but we had long hair, so we didn’t fit in that box.

I’m not going to die broke, but I’m not rich.

The more you learn about everything, the more you learn that everything’s fixed not in your favour.

Am I going to get my warts removed? I might do, but I’m certainly not going to auction them on the Internet.

There’s no point thinking about dying, because it’s going to happen anyway, isn’t it? I don’t waste my time worrying about that.

I can’t say I was really that surprised when the doctor told me I needed a defibrillator inserted in my chest.

People don’t know how to be outrageous anymore.

I don’t know, I’ve always written songs that are mainly about attitude, not me personally.

As for what other people think of me, I don’t care. I don’t care and never have.

Just ’cause something’s popular, it can still be good. In fact, if more people are buying it, then you must be doing something right.

I was brought up by two women: my mother and my grandmother.

I was lucky: I didn’t get married, so I didn’t have to have that responsibility.

I always write about war, love, death, and injustice. There’s plenty of that around, so I never run out of ideas.

Got two kids; one’s a record producer who lives just up the road from me – great guitarist and piano player, too.

I hate golf! I still can’t believe Alice Cooper plays golf!

It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.

There are worse things than a lie… I have found… that it may be well to choose one sin in order that another may be shunned.

There’s another advantage to being poor – a doctor will cure you faster.

Then another porpoise broke the water and rolled toward us. A third and fourth porpoise neared. The visitation was something so rare and perfect that we knew by instinct not to speak-and then as quickly as they had come, the porpoises moved away from us…

Right to privacy is really important. You pull that brick out and another and pretty soon the house falls.

You’re not in competition with other women. You’re in competition with everyone.

As long as the marks are related to one another, there is unity. Unity in the work itself depends on unity of the artist’s vision.

If it is not, why make laws for its punishment? And if it is, by what barbarous logic do you, to punish it, duplicate it by another crime?