I wanted to be the fifth Beatle.

I never received any encouragement. My father would work nights and my mother would work during the day. We were expected to get a job with a trade.

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.

I think MTV should consider using subtitles. Half the time, even I can't understand what the fu*k I'm talking about.

L.A.'s not a good place to grow old.

Just take our name off the list. . . . The nomination is meaningless, because it's not voted on by the fans . . . .

I've had so much good luck happen to me that I can't handle bad luck.