A painter's got a canvas. The writer's got reams of empty paper. A musician has silence.

But I'm not here just to make records and money. I'm here to say something and to touch other people, sometimes in a cry of desperation: "Do you know this feeling?

Why would you want to be anything else if you're Mick Jagger?

My father. I snorted my father. He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow.

I don't know if people in New York recognize me or not. I'm not really conscious of it. If somebody stops me, then I suddenly realize that people are looking at me, but other times they may be doing it and I don't even know because I'm engrossed in something else.

Some things get better with age. Like me.

And then I think we realized, like any young guys, that blues are not learned in a monastery. You've got to go out there and get your heart broke and then come back and then you can sing the blues.