I preferred rock when it was in the dark, when it was a secret between me and the audience, when it wasn't mainstream.

What characterized the whole punk scene for me in 1977 was there was no racism or sexism. It was an anarchy of -isms, and a matter of abolishing it all.

The so-called feminist writers were disgusted with me. I did my thing, and so I guess by feminist standards I'm a feminist. That suits me fine.

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.

I just want to play guitar and be in a band. Same as I always did.

Let's get rid of all the economic (expletive) this country represents! Bring it on, I hope the Muslims win!

I feel displaced when I'm back in America, like a visitor. I feel like if I don't get a cup of tea I'm going to lose my mind.

Once you stop drinking and smoking and stuff, it really gets on your nerves, all that nonsense going on.

Being on tour sends me crazy, I drink too much and out comes the John Mcenroe in me.

I don't believe there is any justifiable reason for killing any animal unless perhaps if it's killing you! That would be negotiable.

A ballad once in a while doesn't go amiss

I think love without heartbreak is a myth. A pretty myth, but the kind of myth that ultimately makes us feel worse about ourselves because we're somehow not able to make it come true.

Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous.

I’m sure I’d remember if we’d met. It doesn’t happen every day to witness perfection on Earth.

What a man can be, he must be. This need we call self-actualization.

Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so. Love, only Love.

The best part of being signed by a major label was having the support of a big company behind me and the ability to meet new artists and producers.

Brains are an asset, if you hide them.

The moment a man sets his thoughts down on paper, however secretly, he is in a sense writing for publication.

Fame is not like a jacket. You can't put it on and then take it off.

See how the Fates their gifts allot, For A is happy-B is not. Yet B is worthy, I dare say, Of more prosperity than A.