Just take our name off the list. . . . The nomination is meaningless, because it's not voted on by the fans . . . .

We're going off the rails on a crazy train.

L.A.'s not a good place to grow old.

Every shopaholic needs an accomplice.

How can you go on stage and shout 'Yeah! Rock'n'roll forever!' and then go to bed at 10 o'clock with a nightcap on, a candle in your hand and a Bible under your arm?

I open the door for old ladies, I help old ladies across the road. I do a show for leukemia every year, but I don't broadcast that because it's against my image.

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