When I left New York, after getting fired from Metallica, all I remember is that I wanted blood. Theirs.

I collect books and I have some really, really old schoolbooks, and God is mentioned on every single page.

What do I bring to the Democratic National Convention that other reporters don't? Hair.

Ask the sheep for their beliefs... Do you kill on God's command?

I could do Rust In Peace again, but I don't want to. I could have followed that formula but, God, why? I would have to have done so much heroin and cocaine - and I wasn't going to. Not if I'm paying for it!

One of my first records that I heard was 'Wish You Were Here' by Pink Floyd.

I went there anyway-knowingly, willingly-because I wanted a number one hit. I wanted what Metallica had, even if it meant selling a piece of my soul to the devil.