I hated school. Hated it.

I don't want you to play me a riff that's going to impress Joe Satriani; give me a riff that makes a kid want to go out and buy a guitar and learn to play.

Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most.

I got rabies shots for biting the head off a bat but that's OK - the bat had to get Ozzy shots.

Maybe it's not too late to learn how to love and forget how to hate.

Sometimes I'm scared of being Ozzy Osbourne. But it could have been worse. I could have been Sting.

If you can laugh at your mistakes, it's a good thing.

My son Jack just got out of rehab, he's 17 years old and he got hooked on Oxycontin and I'm just a little pissed off that he never gave me a few.

Hating people isn’t a productive way of living. So what’s the point in hating anyone? There’s enough hate in the world as it is, without me adding to it.

When you’re in love, it’s not just about the messing around in the sack, it’s about how empty you feel when they’re gone.

You've got to believe in yourself, or no one will believe in you. Imagination is like a bird on the wing, flying free for you to use.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just so that I can feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough to do that.

Extroverts communicate well with others, Introverts communicate well with themselves

When I first met Billy I thought about sucking his eyes right out of their sockets. They’re like turquoise gum drops.

You don't give something away because it's fat. You take it and you look at it.

I don't like to look at myself in the mirror, which is why my eye makeup is always crooked.

I don't. I look my age; and I am my age. It is the other people who look older than they are. What can you expect from people who eat corpses and drink spirits?

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; who can know it?

I think of myself as an amateur filmmaker, not a professional, in the sense that "amateur" means love of something, for the form.

A discursive student is almost certain to fall into bad company. Ten minutes with a French novel or a German rationalist have sent a reader away with a fever for life.

You're flying Buzz! No Woody we're falling in style!