Mental wounds not healing, who and what's to blame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train.

I’m a lunatic by nature, and lunatics don’t need training – they just are.

I always feel like I am on the dark side of the tracks. I feel I'm no good. I can't read.

It was always fun in the early days of Black Sabbath, when I stayed away from heavy drugs. Then someone gave me cocaine and I went, "Hallelujah!" I thought I'd found the meaning of life!

I kept hearing that metal is dead and Ozzy's dead and people that like Ozzy are dead. I have never had an empty seat. I've always sold out, so who's saying it's all over?

I can't change the past, but I can try to make a better future for me.

The Beatles gave me everything. Especially Paul McCartney. I adore him.