I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet.

Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.

I used to be monastic, almost. Now I'm like a Tibetan that has discovered hamburgers and television. I'm catching up on Americana.

I didn't like the sound of people gasping at the mere mention of my name. It horrified me...

America is in a runaway-train position and dragging all the world with it. It's grotesquely mentally ill.

They won't give peace a chance, that's just a dream some of us had

Sex sells everything and sex kills.