Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most.

I knew it was time to get off of reality TV when someone asked me if I sang as well as acted.

I think if a man can create something like an atom bomb, he can surely create something with his own mind.

I'll only retire in the day I should be dead and they have me buried, and some idiot spell over my casket some stupid gospel stuff.

I used to get upset by people not understanding me, but I’ve made a career out of it now.

My son Jack just got out of rehab, he's 17 years old and he got hooked on Oxycontin and I'm just a little pissed off that he never gave me a few.

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?