I Don't Listen To Music. I Hate

I Somehow Hope - Naïve Though I May Be, Utopian, Possibly - That My Music Has Some Kind Of Calming Effect On The Universe, That It's Somehow Beneficial To People.

Some Visualize The Pistols Era In Shades Of Black And White. It Wasn't. Actually, The Colors I Envision Are Neon Or Army Dirt Green With Fluorescent Pink--anything That Would Annoy."

My Reputation Is A Media Creation.

I Wanted To Wear The Most Impenetrable Suit Of Armour Ever Known To Mankind. 'hello, Mr. Rotten...' You Can't Say Anything About Me. You Can't Put Me Down In Any Way Shape Or Form - I'm Rotten To The Core... You Know, What's Left For You? Pleasantries? I Suppose The Worst Insult You Could Sling My Way Is 'oh, He's Really Nice, Him.'

Destroy Everything. That's All Well And Fine, But You Got To Offer Something In It's Place. Since I Always Have A Point And Purpose To What I Do, Thats Why People Accuse Me Of Being Calculated. It's The Way I Am. I Always Know My Next Move. I Could Never Conjure Up A Death Wish, This Is All I Have Is Life. I Don't Know What Comes Next, And Frankly I'm In No Rush To Find Out. I Don't Believe In Playing A Martyr Just For The Sheer Hell Of It. And For Something As Chidish As Rock 'n' Roll Is Not On.