The hippies wanted peace and love. We wanted Ferraris, blondes and switchblades.

Slade was the coolest band in England. They were the kind of guys that would push your car out of a ditch.

Give me lace and whiskey, Mama's own remedy.

Why are we rock stars? Because we're morons. We sleep all day, we play music at night and very rarely do we sit around reading the Washington Journal.

It doesn't matter how many drugs I take, I'm not fulfilled. This isn't satisfying. There's a spiritual hunger going on. Everybody feels it. If you don't feel it now, you will. Trust me. You will... Drinking beer is easy. Trashing your hotel room is easy. But being a Christian, that's a tough call. That's the real rebellion.

If you're listening to a rock star in order to get your information on who to vote for, you're a bigger moron than they are.

If you confine it, you're confining a whole thing. If you make it spontaneous, so that anything can happen, like we don't want to confine or restrict anything. What we can do, whatever we can let happen, you just let it happen.