Listen, if my career was to end tomorrow, I would have no complaints whatsoever.

Even by rock star standards, I was pretty awful.

When the one you love is in love with someone else, don't you know it's torture, I mean it's living hell.

I have a voice coach, but only in so much as to make my voice stronger so I can sing for five nights a week, two hours.

My love for you is immeasurable, my respect for you immense. You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness, you're beauty and elegance.

Sometimes I think the playing field is certainly not even. You know, it's just not.

What I do now is all my dad's fault, because he bought me a guitar as a boy, for no apparent reason.