The road to nowhere leads to me.

International rock star - gravy maker extraordinaire.

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?

Mind you, it’s all bullshit with wine, isn’t it? It’s just f**king vinegar with a fizz, no matter what the tasters say.

Tell me where do I belong in a sick society?

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

Rock music is not meant to be perfect.