I always was a rebel...but on the other hand, I wanted to be loved and accepted...and not just be a loudmouth, lunatic, poet, musician. But I cannot be what I am not.

We want to go forward, but which way are we facing?

When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down happy.

Everything I've ever done is out. I don't have boxes of unreleased stuff. There's nothing in the files. I can never keep anything unless I don't like the sound of it or it didn't work. If I can sing it to an engineer, I can sing it to anyone.

I thought of nothing else but rock 'n' roll; apart from sex and food and money--but that's all the same thing, really.

I like rock & roll, and I don't like much else.

Life is very short, and there's no time for fussing and fighting my friends