I do often fly first class, but I don't travel with a posse, or bodyguard, or an assistant.

When you walk through a bad neighborhood, you don't want a poodle by your side. You want a Rottweiler.

Life is too short to have anything but delusional notions about yourself.

I'm forbidden fruit. Once you go to certain households, mommy doesn't want you to see that dirty man who sticks his tongue out and spits out blood and all that stuff.

Rock is about finding who you are. You don't necessarily have to play your instrument very well at all. You can just barely get by and you can be in a rock band.

There’s an old adage that says that money is the root of all evil. Bullshit. Lack of money is the root of all evil.

The death of rock was not a natural death. Rock did not die of old age. It was murdered.

In time of war, if you go through a bad neighborhood, I don't want a little French poodle, I want a Rottweiler on my hands.

James Bond has a license to kill, rockstars have a license to be outrageous. Rock is about grabbing people's attention.

It's hard to see your destination when you're focused on the cracks in the sidewalk.

When you really think about it, I'm not delusional enough to think that what I do is important to life as we know it on this planet. No. But neither is what you do.

Well, ” she said. “I’m frustrated.”“Don’t make me angry-kiss you.”“Give me the laundry.”“Tempers rising, faces flushed … This is how it happens.

When it comes to world news, attitude is what marks the distinction between justice and vengeance. Justice is pure, but vengeance brings more ruin.

Knowledge shrinks as wisdom grows.

You can't live on planet rock star 24/7; you have to be down and dirty and have some fun.

Let us be moral. Let us contemplate existence.

So yeah, I am definitely a blues man at heart.

Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!

All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.

Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.