Notes and chords have become my second language and, more often than not, that vocabulary expresses what I feel when language fails me.

That's a wonderful side effect of leather pants: when you pee yourself in them, they're more forgiving than jeans.

If it had been any different, if I had been born just one minute later, or been in the wrong pace at the right time or vice versa, the life that I've lived and come to love would not exist. And that is a situation that I would not want to consider in the slightest.

If I could hang out with Jimi Hendrix, it wouldn't be over dinner.

As soon as I could put together the, you know, three or four notes that made up, like, sort of a rock and roll lick, you know, like a Chuck Berry kind of thing, I was off and running. Just completely taken over.

I've always had to do things my way; I play guitar my way; I've taken myself to the edges of life my way; I've gotten clean my way; And I'm still here. Whether or not I deserve to be is another story.

It's not so much about how good a player you are, its how cool you are.