I'm not religious. My father was a priest. Anglican vicar, church of England. He left my mother and me when I was three months old, so that let religion down, right there. Then my mother wanted to marry my stepfather and he was Roman Catholic- he'd been devout all his life- so he wrote to the Vatican to get dispensation to marry my mother because she was a divorcee. They sent him a letter-this is the Vatican, right? The fucking Pope-saying that he could only marry my mother if he declared me illegitimate. That's the church man. A fashion show for fags. So he wrote back and said, "Ex-communicate my ass," and they did. They ex-communicated him. It didn't seem to blight his happiness at all, from what I could see.
God's a crutch for people who don't know who they are. I'm responsible for what I do. And I'll take responsibility for everything I've said and everything I've done. I don't need to hide behind the devil. "Oh, the devil made me do it!" Well, you shoulda put your fingers in your fucking ears! God would've helped you put your fingers in your ears, wouldn't he? Might have even put his Holy fingers in your ears.
If I believe in anything, I believe in reincarnation because you have these flashes of memory of something you've never known before. And then you have periods of History you're really interested in and other periods you couldn't give a shit about-even though they're just as interesting as a period. But you just don't have a connection with them, somehow. Other bits you have a connection and I think it's because you were alive in those bits. That makes sense to me. But then, who says it has to make sense?
(source: Classic Rock '04)