When I was a practicing alcoholic, I was unbelievable. One side effect was immense suspicion: I'd come off tour like Inspector Clouseau on acid. 'Where's this cornflake come from? It wasn't here before.

You learn who your friends are when the sh-t hits the fan.

You can never take the violence back.

Won't you ride my white horse?

Nobody tells me f-k all!

One thing that does confuse me, is that there are more religions in this world than ever, yet there's only sup­posed to be one God.

I'd like to sing songs that are mellower. I don't want to be screaming when I'm 60.