It wasn't just about flashing lights and pinball machines blowing up and things like that. It was about using encores, bringing back the good songs and using techniques that I knew about from rock performance.

Give blood, but you may find that blood is not enough.

I have to say that anger is the blanket that comes around me, and that blunts and blurs my sense of proportion.

Nothing else in nature behaves so consistently and rigidly as a human being in pursuit of hell.

I see a boy with his mother's ambition, performing for love, trained in submission.

I think I probably would have enjoyed to keep my own private pain out of my work. But I was changed by my audience who said your private pain which you have unwittingly shown us in your early songs is also ours.

I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth.