My God is rock'n'roll.

The injuries we do in kind are visited upon us often. In the science of the mind, trying hard to move a shadow.

What I really love is my scotch. It's the power, the power of positive drinking.

Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride.

Here comes Jesse Jackson, he talks of common ground. Does that common ground include me, or is it just a sound?

I think that everything happens for a reason, everything happens when it's going to happen.

I cleaned up my act because otherwise I would have kicked the bucket.