The first question that comes out of everybody's mouth, 'Did you bite the head off a bat?' And I did, so, next.

Maybe it's not too late to learn how to love and forget how to hate.

I didn't really like the taste of booze. I liked the effect it did on me. But I can't say I savored a glass full of Chablis Chablis 1932. I drank whatever s - - was in front of me and got me buzzed.

Mind you, it’s all bullshit with wine, isn’t it? It’s just f**king vinegar with a fizz, no matter what the tasters say.

When you get to 60, the word "retirement" comes in on every conversation.

Pink Floyd was music for rich college kids, and we were the exact f**king opposite of that.

I cannot turn down this incredible honor twice.