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.

I got into rock-and-roll because I wanted the chicks. The Dixie Chicks.

Once you’ve lived a little you will find that whatever you send out into the world comes back to you in one way or another. It may be today, tomorrow, or years from now, but it happens; usually when you least expect it, usually in a form that’s pretty different from the original. Those coincidental moments that change your life seem random at the time but I don’t think they are. At least that’s how it’s worked out in my life. And I know I’m not the only one.

As for Guns N' Roses, I don't think there's ever a chance of a reunion.

A lot of vices that I've had over the years were always to make up for some sort of character deficiency, one of them being shyness.

When we weren't being transcendent we specialized in self-inflicted disaster.

If I ever go bald, I'll kill myself.