I'll tell ya, I'm a genuinely nice guy. I really am. A real nice guy. But I think I'm temperamental.

Psychologically, it's better that I think that I'm dirt.

You can't beat two guitars, bass, and drums.

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

All I want to do, is write rock and roll that you could listen to as you got older, and it wouldn't lose anything; it would be timeless, in the subject matter and the literacy of the lyrics.

They tied his arms behind his back to teach him how to swim, they put blood in his coffee and milk in his gin.

There's a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.