It is a well-known mystery that guitar players suddenly get better once they are dead. Buddy Holly was the first. Stevie Ray Vaughan is known by a lot more people than had ever heard of him when he was alive.

Daily papers in England used to have an entire page of the paper dedicated to what the Beatles had done the day before.

Randy [ Rhoads] had small hands. Boy, could he play guitar. He became an even better guitar player after he died.

Reading's the only thing that allows you to use your imagination.

I don't do regrets. Regrets are pointless. It's too late for regrets. You've already done it, haven't you? You've lived your life. No point wishing you could change it.

Sex, death and war. And justice. There's no shortage of lyrics there.

Inherited hatred (i.e. hatred your parents schooled you in) is not only stupid, it is destructive - why make your only driving force hate? Seems really f***ing dumb to me.