I Expect People To At Least Use

The Cliché Of That Sort Of Wasted, Renegade, Drugged-out Musician Of The '70s Is Kind Of Dead And Gone Now. And I Suppose That A Lot Of People Still Keep Relying On That, Or Some Kind Of Image To Perpetuate Something That They Think They're Supposed To Sound Like. But That Kind Of Takes You Away From Real Inspiration And, You Know, Real Artistic Discovery Of The Individual.

Don't Get A Job In An Abattoir. Don't Be A Butcher. The Idea That People Have To Do These Jobs For A Livelihood Is Ridiculous. They Can Get Other Jobs. Shoplift, Man. Better To Be A Prostitute Than Cut An Animal's Head Off For A Living.

What Characterized The Whole Punk Scene For Me In 1977 Was There Was No Racism Or Sexism. It Was An Anarchy Of -isms, And A Matter Of Abolishing It All.

I Don't Believe There Is Any Justifiable Reason For Killing Any Animal Unless Perhaps If It's Killing You! That Would Be Negotiable.

I Feel Displaced When I'm Back In America, Like A Visitor. I Feel Like If I Don't Get A Cup Of Tea I'm Going To Lose My Mind.