I'll never have a stylist.

There's no rules. Show me the rule book.

I was walking along and this chair came flying past me, and another, and another, and I thought, man, is this gonna be a good night.

I don't like jeans with holes in 'em. I like 'em faded.

Americans want grungy people, stabbing themselves in the head on stage. They get a bright bunch like us, with deodorant on, they don't get it.