There are no unsavable souls.

If you go out for a drink, you go out for a drink. You don't think, 'I'll have a few pints. I'll piss up this shrine.'

The ministry of fear that won't let you live. The ministry of grace that doesn't forgive.

I've got many, many demons that affect me on many, many levels.

A foolish picture I live in disgust, degradation being eaten by lust.

I don't want you to play me a riff that's going to impress Joe Satriani; give me a riff that makes a kid want to go out and buy a guitar and learn to play.

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?