When you step on the brakes your life is in your foot's hands.

Anyone who's onstage is going to attract a certain number of misguided people. But I was never very interested in groupies.

Most people work just hard enough not to get fired and get paid just enough money not to quit.

I suspect there really was more to my accident than bad luck. I think it was God's way of punishing my nose.

That's the whole meaning of life, isn't it? Trying to find a place for your stuff.

I think the trend to control speech - and therefore thought - continues. Because of the freer flow of information now, there's more on the side of free thought.

The ritual was very important to me: cleaning the pot, rolling the pot.