Surely if God had meant us to do yoga, he would have put our heads behind our knees.

I never feel any aggravation from the public.

Should I string her up or strangle her in bed, suffocate that venomous head? Or perhaps I'll just whip her to death. Listen, do me a favor, kill my wife.

If I don't get laid, I'll sure die trying.

Elvis was the king. No doubt about it. People like myself, Mick Jagger and all the others only followed in his footsteps.

She's the only woman I've ever had a sexual fantasy about. With me, looks come first, and she's everything a woman should be. She's blonde and beautiful, she's got the most incredible legs - et cetera, et cetera. And she's French as well. (on Brigitte Bardot)

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