There's no present, there's no future, I don't even know about the past.

I'd rather look good in my coffin than bad in my coffin.

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!

The road to nowhere leads to me.

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.

There are no invisible seams.

If that's the only thing that's stopping war then thank God for the bomb.