Suicide is the only way out.

I'm a very simple man. You've got to have, like, a computer nowadays to turn the TV on and off... and the nightmare continues.

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

All I ever wanted to do was to do something good so that my parents could be proud of me.

As long as there are kids who are pissed off and have no real way in venting out that anger, heavy metal will live on.

Suicide is the only way out.

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.