There aren't that many superstars around anymore.

I think my chances of ever making it into the Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame are about as good as Milli Vanilli’s.

Kind of wish I was dead. Maybe, I'll blow my brains out, mama, or maybe I'll go bowling.

I'm obviously not a rapper, and I don't have any claims to be one, really.

If money can't buy happiness, then I guess I'll have to rent it.

I have very mixed feelings about it. On one hand, I’m concerned that the rampant downloading of my copyright-protected material over the Internet is severely eating into my album sales and having a decidedly adverse effect on my career. On the other hand, I can get all the Metallica songs I want for FREE! WOW!

As my father used to tell me, the only true sign of success in life is being able to do for a living that which makes you happy.