Move to Italy. I mean it: they know about living in debt; they don't care. I stayed out there for five months… — John Lydon Copy Share Image
Having a birthday cake squashed into your face by young kids? Delicious. I always don a Santa suit at Christmas. Remaining childish… — John Lydon Copy Share Image
I wanted to wear the most impenetrable suit of armour ever known to mankind. 'Hello, Mr. Rotten...' You can't say anything about… — John Lydon Copy Share Image
Music is escapism from the grim realities of life. But then as soon as you escape into the music, from my point of view,… — John Lydon Copy Share Image
I'm not one for like soul-searching, sour fizzy moments. I come from the school of hard knocks, "f**king get on with it", that's it. — John Lydon Copy Share Image
All the things that you would have thought would have made me a professional A1 criminal... wrong. I decided that was too lazy and… — John Lydon Copy Share Image
Stroll into work at 10. Lunch from 12 till three. Leave work at five. That's living! — John Lydon Copy Share Image
I never wore a studded leather jacket, y'know. Ne-va! If I had had the money I wouldn't have spent it on shit like that. — John Lydon Copy Share Image
I've always strived to maintain a very healthy, friendly working situation, and lo and behold, it only took forty years, so the next sixty… — John Lydon Copy Share Image
A record company used to be a very good thing, but they ended up soul-destroyingly trapping people in the accounting department. And you couldn't… — John Lydon Copy Share Image
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… — John Lydon Copy Share Image
For me people are people, without meaning to sound corny, it's a plain natural fact, music is a universal language and I've always known… — John Lydon Copy Share Image
I'm not great at dealing with death, I have to say. I find death very hard: my mum, my dad, Sid Vicious. I'm not… — John Lydon Copy Share Image
