You can't kill Rock 'n' Roll. It's here to stay

You learn who your friends are when the sh-t hits the fan.

I grew up having to piss in a bucket ’cos there was no indoor shitter, and now I have these computerised Japanese super-loo things that have heated seats and wash and blow-dry your arse at the touch of a button. Give it a couple of years and I’ll have a bog with a robot arm that pulls out my turds, so I don’t have to strain.

I used to smoke cigarettes, smoke dope, do smack, every f - - thing. First, I couldn't function without it. Then I couldn't do anything with or without it. Then I thought, "This is the end of the line for my fun days."

I'm hoping to do a Broadway musical on the life of Rasputin. He's someone I can definitely identify with.

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

I can see thru mountains watch me disappear, I can even touch the sky. Swallowing the colors of the sounds I hear, am I just a crazy guy? You bet.