Well, it wasn't like I was going to run out and score heroin and score an ounce of coke - but incidentally, on the road, I would usually get tanked up and as stoned as I possibly could to go on stage. And offstage, it would be a demon that would come up about twice a week.

What do you do with a lifetime of work? Face it in the morning.

I'll love you when my eyes are open, I'll love you when my eyes are gone.

I never say never about anything.

I don't get my bliss by listening over and over to people in the street thinking, "Boy, is it that good?" Even though every time I hear it that's what I think. But I get it in human situations. There is this little voice that is going, "The reason you're able to enjoy your life now is that you made it in rock'n'roll and people are giving you free visas all over the place. Dude, you are being spoiled".

What some people would call antics, I would just call a good show.

I'm glad I am crazy, it keeps me trying. I despise trendies, I know they're lying.