My mouth has a tendency to get me into trouble, but because I'm so small and I take on people who are lager than me. If someone punched me, I'd get my drummer beat them up.

I refuse to be held responsible for bringing back a wave of pasty-faced people into the world.

There's a hell of a lot of freedom in this rock and roll circus... it's where all the freaks go - it's the environment for me.

Placebo is music for outsiders, by outsiders and our gigs are like conventions of outcasts, which is cool.

People ask me if I have some kind of death wish, to keep saying the things I do. The answer is no: I would like to keep living. However, some things must be said, and there are times when silence becomes an accomplice to injustice.

If the 1992 and 2000 elections were any guide, third-party candidates are death on the mainstream parties with which they're most naturally aligned.

Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

You want a story? Read 'Gone With the Wind'. These aren't stories. They're joke books. The whole thing of a beginning, a middle and an end has been done to death.