There are no incurable ills.
I always feel like I am on the dark side of the tracks. I feel I'm no good. I can't read.
I don't know who Ozzy is. I wake up a new person every day.
What is the world coming to?
At 18, if someone had said to me, "I think you should go to rehab and get cleaned up," I would have thought, "You're fucking mad."
Somebody said to me this morning, 'To what do you attribute your longevity?' I don't know. I mean, I couldn't have planned my life out better. By all accounts I should be dead! The abuse I put my body through: the drugs, the alcohol, the lifestyle I've lived the last 30 years!