As I'm getting older a lot of my friends I used to go out and party with, they're all dead. The fact that I've been through that, I'm not proud of the fact that I've been through all that, but it's part of my journey. I'm lucky to be alive. I'm lucky to be playing music.

My son Jack once said to me, 'Dad, do you think people are laughing with you or at you?' And I said, 'I don't care as long as they're laughing.'

There are no unachievable goals.

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

There are no incurable ills.

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?

Just another lonely broken hero picking up the pieces of my mind. Running out of faith and hope and reason, I'm running out of time.