Life is for the living.

I came home one night, some month ago, and I went to the closet in my bedroom...and a moth ate my sports jacket. He was laying on the floor, nauseous, y'know.

I said this to my daughter, if you don't practice the guitar, when you get older you wouldn't be able to play it. It's that simple. If you want to play the guitar, you put a half hour in everyday, but you have to do it.

My relationship with death remains the same - I'm strongly against it.

I carry a bullet in my breast pocket. Once, a crazy evangelist threw a bible at me, which would have gone through my heart if it wasn't for the bullet.

When you are dead, it is hard to find the light switch.

I cannot say for certain that God does not exist; I think the worst thing that can be said about him is that he's a bit of an underachiever.