You belong somewhere you feel free.

I want to be successful. Not just money. Just making a successful record and a successful show... I could feel successful without selling a million records.

A rebel without a clue.

I like a good beer. Of course, I'll drink a bad one too. Let no person thirst for lack of real ale! Thank god for long-necked bottles, the angel's remedy.

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?

I don't understand the ones that have no sense of hope and invest in hate. That's not gonna work out, you know? It's a waste of your time!

The music business looks like, you know, innocent schoolboys compared to the TV business. They care about nothing but profit.