Tell me where do I belong in a sick society?

I don't forget what I used to do and so I can't justifiably say to my kid, "Don't you do that," when I used to do it myself.

I'm dyslexic, I have attention-deficit disorder, and I've got something like a hereditary tremor.

I didn’t have a clue what love was about until I met Sharon.

I can honestly say, all the bad things that ever happened to me were directly, directly attributed to drugs and alcohol. I mean, I would never urinate at the Alamo at nine o'clock in the morning dressed in a woman's evening dress sober.

How can you go on stage and shout 'Yeah! Rock'n'roll forever!' and then go to bed at 10 o'clock with a nightcap on, a candle in your hand and a Bible under your arm?

I wish I didn't have to perform 'Iron Man' every night.