I was curious, given the swimming pools of booze I’ve guzzled over the years - not to mention all of the cocaine, morphine, sleeping pills, cough syrup, LSD, Rohypnol… there’s really no plausible medical reason why I should still be alive. Maybe my DNA could say why.

The road to nowhere leads to me.

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

I got rabies shots for biting the head off a bat but that's OK - the bat had to get Ozzy shots.

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

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?

We were always told we were one step behind Deep Purple, one step behind Led Zeppelin, one step behind everybody. Our manager didn't want to let us know how popular we were. It's only after we did Ozzfest that people started telling me stuff. I thought they were taking the piss. People would come up to me and go, "Respect."