I'm no respecter of tradition and I have no time for the Manchester Uniteds and Arsenals of this world. There's nothing to admire in these clubs. They're just bullshit worlds full of bullshit people.

I had an Aston Martin phone worth ?15,000 given to me as a present. I dropped it in a gin and tonic about 15 seconds after opening it.

If I see another David Gold interview on the poor East End Jewish boy done good I'll impale myself on one of his dildos.

Agents are nasty scum. They're evil and divisive and pointless. They only survive because the rest of the sport is so corrupt and because leading football club people employ their sons in the job.

I'm not going to drag it out or make a point, because points are pointless.

In retrospect, of course I regret calling them (Charlton fans) morons. Imbeciles would have been more appropriate.

What does Everton chairman Bill Kenwright think he will get for £6m? Andy Johnson's trainers?

Even if I built a 50,000-seater stadium and bought Ronaldinho, there'd still be complaints about crap hotdogs.

Andrew is an integral part of the team and he is staying at my football club. The reality is I need him to score the goals that will get us promoted.

There's a pleasure being mad that only the madman knows.

I have no home but me.

The atmosphere defines the environment of sound.

The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.

Once upon a time I owned a watermelon.

One of the curious effects of a bad hangover is that you think you're wrong whether you are or not. Not wrong in particulars, but wrong in general, wrong about everything.

One can make a day of any size

Keeping things 'just in case' indicates a lack of trust in the future.

When we edit the music, I always remember, "It's my band. Save me a place to play."

The only thing worse than quoting me, is not quoting me