I just suddenly thought, people really get off on being scared. They pay money to see green foam come out of people's mouths.

I used to fantasize that Paul McCartney would marry my sister.

Thank God for the bomb. Nuke ya, nuke ya.

I remember one night in Memphis, I'd come out of a blackout, and I didn't know where I was. I'm feeling through the darkness - I was asleep in the middle of a freeway. I went up to this car in the darkness, and it was a cop car.

God is within you. God is a nice feeling. He's the flowers and smells and the nice things in life.

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 don’t know whose brilliant idea that was, but it wasn’t mine, that’s for sure.