It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining, I feel good, and no one's gonna stop me now.

Oh, I was not made for heaven. No, I don't want to go to heaven. Hell is much better. Think of all the interesting people you're going to meet down there!

People are always asking me what my lyrics mean. Does it mean this, does it mean that, that's all anybody wants to know. F**k them, darling. I say what any decent poet would say if you dared ask him to analyze his work: If you see it, dear, then it's there. ... I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics. ... I was never too keen on the British music press. They've called us a supermarket hype, and they used to suggest that we didn't write our own songs.

Modern paintings are like women, you'll never enjoy them if you try to understand them.

What you must understand is that my voice comes from the energy of the audience. The better they are, the better I get.

We don't do it for the money... we do it for the music.

Get on your bikes and ride!