Nobody tells me f-k all!

I remember what a thrill it was to go from the back streets of Birmingham to Madison Square Garden in New York...it's like playing on Mars. You can't buy that.

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

I'll only retire in the day I should be dead and they have me buried, and some idiot spell over my casket some stupid gospel stuff.

I'd rather look good in my coffin than bad in my coffin.

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

Randy [Rhoads] was laid to rest at a place called Mountain View Cemetery, where his grandparents were buried. I made a vow there and then to honour his death every year by sending flowers. Unlike most of my vows, I kept it. But I’ve never been back to his graveside. I’d like to go there again one day, before I finally join him on the other side.