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

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?

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

You can choose, don't confuse, win or lose, it's up to you.

I was curious, given the swimming pools of booze I’ve guzzled over the years - not to mention all of the cocaine, morphine, sleeping pills, cough syrup, LSD, Rohypnol… there’s really no plausible medical reason why I should still be alive. Maybe my DNA could say why.

There are no unbeatable odds, there are no believable gods.

If I could have just one more wish, I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes.