The Stones in a club is still the ultimate rush.

Fame has killed more very talented guys than drugs. Jimi Hendrix didn't die of an overdose, he died of fame.

No broken hearts, no broken necks.

Poison's not bad. It's a matter of how much.

To me, life is a wild animal. You hope to deal with it when it leaps at you.

You're sitting with some guys, and you're playing and you go, "Ooh, yeah!" That feeling is worth more than anything. There's a certain moment when you realize that you've actually just left the planet for a bit and that nobody can touch you. You're elevated because you're with a bunch of guys that want to do the same thing as you. And when it works, baby, you've got wings. You know you've been somewhere most people will never get; you've been to a special place.

You don't start to play your guitar thinking you're going to be running an organisation that will maybe generate millions.