Your skin starts itching once you buy that gimmick about something called love.

Cigarettes and coffee, man, that's a combination.

Onstage I've been hit by a grapefruit, beercans, eggs, spit, money, cigarette butts, Mandies, Quaaludes, joints, bras, panties, and a fist.

Stages are getting higher and higher, and I'm getting older and older.

How am I going to listen to that horrible noise I make without a gram of coke and a couple of double Jack Daniels?

I think that prosecuting some college kid because she shared a file is a lot like sending somebody to Australia 200 years ago for poaching his lordship's rabbit. That's how it must seem to poor people who just want to watch a crappy movie for free after they’ve been working themselves to death all day at Tesco or whatever, you know.

What did Christ really do? He hung out with hard-drinking fishermen.