My stay in Camp Betty was the longest I'd been without drink or drugs in my adult life. [...] At first, they put me in a room with a guy who owned a bowling alley, but he snored like an asthmatic horse, so I moved and ended up with a depressive mortician. [...] The mortician snored even louder than the bowling alley guy - he was like a moose with a tracheotomy.

My son Jack just got out of rehab, he's 17 years old and he got hooked on Oxycontin and I'm just a little pissed off that he never gave me a few.

It’s sad, y’know, what money does to people.

My mother was an amateur singer, my father was an amateur drunk.

As long as there are kids who are pissed off and have no real way in venting out that anger, heavy metal will live on.

I open the door for old ladies, I help old ladies across the road. I do a show for leukemia every year, but I don't broadcast that because it's against my image.

I listen to some of the lyrics I used to write and I say, "Where was my head at when I wrote that?"