But most of all, the train that kept rollin' all night long of rock n' roll you cannot kill. It will live forever.

I remember the first guy who offered me a joint in the bathroom. I said 'No, man, I've got enough problems.'

I like the idea all memory is fiction, that we have queued a couple of things in the back of our minds and when we call forth those memories, we are essentially filling in the blanks. We're basically telling ourselves a story, but that story changes based on how old we are, and what mood we're in, and if we've seen photographs recently. We trust other people to tell us the story of our lives before we can remember it, and usually that's our parents and usually it works, but obviously not always. And everybody's interpretation is going to be different.

... if you take a risk, two things will happen. People will laugh at you. Or you'll be way ahead of everybody else. And if that's what you're in it for, then you gotta take that risk.

Drugs will get you out of your own way, but we lived it, and that's dangerous. It can actually turn around on itself and steal your soul, and that's what happened.

I'm grateful for the road. It gets me in shape. I feel like I'm 25 years old after ther first or second week.

Now that I'm sober, I deserve to get laid.