There are no unbeatable odds, there are no believable gods.

I'm out doing my deal, I'm turning people on. What's wrong with taking people away from their everyday mundane situation and having a good, fun night for an hour and a half at a rock'n'roll scene?

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.

In 1964 something totally unexpected happened. I got a job I enjoyed.

I've been a practicing alcoholic and drug addict for most of my life.

I cannot turn down this incredible honor twice.

Mental wounds not healing, who and what's to blame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train.