I knew there was never anyone to blame when people get into drugs. They're always responsible for their own behavior, and it's not the dealer, it's not the friend, it's not the bad influence, it's not the childhood.

To be 26 years old and lose your left heart ventricle was probably the most dramatic thing that's ever happened to me in my life...

It didn't matter if I got bitten by a dog or I ripped my pants on the fence post or I poked myself in the eye with a tree branch that I was crawling over, it was all about the shortcut. My whole life I took the shortcut, and I ended up lost.

I was a little self-centered gutter punk in the early 1980s and all I wanted to do was diss everybody.

The good news is that by the second year, those cravings were about as half as frequent, and by the third year, half as much again. I'm still a little bent, a little crooked, but all things crooked, I can't complain. After all those years of all kinds of abuse and crashing into trees at eighty miles an hour and jumping off buildings and living through overdoses and liver disease, I feel better now than I did ten years ago. I might have some scar tissue, but that's alright, I'm still making progress.

I was starting to come to grips with the fact that I had created a lot of pain and suffering around me, not just within me.

I didn't really get to Led Zeppelin until I was in my 20s.