It seems to me that there will be a point in out development or our evolution where you put your guns aside.

My voice was not heard, the questions were not asked that I wanted to see asked.

Rock stars against drugs--that's what we want, isn't it? Government-approved rock-n-roll? Woo! We're partying now!

Keith Richards outlived Jim Fixx, the runner and health-nut dude. The plot thickens.

It is hard to quit smoking. Every one of them looks real good to me right about now. Every cigarette looks like it was made by God, rolled by Jesus and moistened shut with Claudia Schiffer's pussy.

[Comedy] is an escape from illusions. The audience is...thinking, 'This bullshit we see and hear all day makes no sense.'

Sixteen years I've pounded my head against the mentality of America, which...I'd say it's about an 8th grade emotional level.