Quotes from Paul Stanley

Trying to show people how talented and bright you are is the best way to make an idiot of yourself, and we ended up doing that with flying colors.

Gene snapped at Peter: "Peter, you're an illiterate idiot who can't read or even talk correctly and never finished school." "Yeah," said Peter, "and I'm in the same band as you.

At the end of the day "Love Guns" wasn't about guns--I was just singing about my dick.

One thing I had figured out by then was that talent, like everything else, was just a starting point. What counted was what you did with it. I knew I wasn't the most talented guitar player or the best singer or the best writer, but I could do all of those things, and I had a complete vision of what it was going to take to succeed---a vision that included working, working, working.

I wasn't crazy—I didn't see us in the same league as Zeppelin.

So many people are miserable. They need someone to entertain them. Why can't it be me?

Tonight Must Last Us Forever

I saw the Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show. As I watched them singing, it hit me: This is my ticket out. Here was the vehicle I could use to rise out of misery, to become famous, to be looked up to, to be liked, to be admired, to be envied.

There was a debauched kind of elegance to the British bands: they had great haircuts, they wore velvets and satins, and they were cohesive not only in their musical style, but in their attire and personas. They had individual identities but also a band identity----band members were stylish in a way that complemented one another.

I knew from rock concerts that people notice your reaction to mistakes more than they notice the actual mistakes, so I just kept singing—in gibberish. Eventually my mind cleared.

One night while we were sitting in front of our mirrors putting on our makeup, Peter walked up behind Ace and put his dick on his shoulder. Ace very nonchalantly turned to the side and gave it a kiss. So he became the chef, because he had to taste everything.

One night while we were sitting in front of our mirrors putting on our makeup, Peter walked up behind Ace and put his dick on his shoulder. Ace very nonchalantly turned to the side and gave it a kiss. So he became the chef, because he had to taste e

I started to built a wall around myself. My way of dealing with other kids became to preemptively push them away. I started to act like a smart-ass or a clown, putting myself in a position where nobody wanted to be around me. I wished I weren't alone all the time, but at the same time, I did things to keep people away from me. The conflict inside could be excruciating. I was helpless.

The person you have to watch is the one pointing the finger.

Robert Plant had cut his hair and was wearing parachute pants for God's sake. Nobody was impervious to what was going on—even the Who and the Stones were affected by

you get nothing with a fist that you can't get in multitudes with your hand open.

Using a double bass drum in rock came about as a way to emulate what John Bonham of Led Zeppelin managed to do with one bass drum. His foot was so fast that it took most drummers two kick drums and both feet to mimic it.

One night on the road just after Alive! came out, a woman and I were lying under the sheets in a hotel bed. She turned to me, puzzled, and said, "My boyfriend told me you were gay." "Well, I guess that didn't work," I said. "Because it didn't keep you away.

I am here because of those who came before. And I will go on because of those who come after.