I slept in Uday Hussein's bed - that was just so strange. Went to Saddam's palace, was in a mortar attack - crazy stuff. And like three days later you're back in traffic on Sunset Boulevard. It's all kind of behind you, which is kind of perfect for a guy like me because I can take that and turn it into quite the tale.

My unconditional sure thing is that I don't have one.

All by yourself, unable to express the pain of your distress with your deeper inside. You alienate yourself and everybody else.

Let's pretend my career in music is a bell. Whether you like my music or not is up to you. But you've got to admit I rang that bell pretty hard and pretty often.

Gay people don't have a personality problem. They have a problem with small-minded motherfuckers who can't conquer a 1-inch high curb.

Music, to me, is mankind's greatest possible achievement because look at all the good it does.

You can pass all the gun legislation you want. None of it will make me feel any more or less safe than I do right at this moment.