I'm out doing my deal, I'm turning people on. What's wrong with taking people away from their everyday mundane situation and having a good, fun night for an hour and a half at a rock'n'roll scene?

You’ve got to try and take things to the next level, or you’ll just get stuck in a rut.

The funny thing is, I was never much of a fighter. Better a live coward than a dead hero, that was my motto.

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!

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

The power of people, when they focus on something positive, never fails to amaze me.

Just another lonely broken hero picking up the pieces of my mind. Running out of faith and hope and reason, I'm running out of time.