I've got volumes on how not to behave. I've got more information now than a guy should have at my age.

I don't have a tuxedo that fits anymore because my chest and my biceps are too big.

I'm tired of pretending like I'm not bitching, a total fricking rock star from Mars...

Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.

I've got magic. I've got poetry at my fingertips.

People say it's lonely at the top, but I sure like the view.

I still don't have all the answers. I'm more interested in what I can do next than what I did last.

The best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one.

It's quite fitting that Slash is getting a star on the very street Axl Rose will one day be sleeping on.

I am on a drug. It's called Charlie Sheen. It's not available. If you try it once, you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body.

My success rate is 100 percent. Do the math.

At the end of the day, all you can hope for is to go on. The older I get, the more I realize that just keeping on keeping on is what life's all about.

You're suspended sixty feet up in the air, you've been up there for three hours, and all the shot requires is that you have to sort of react to getting punched in the head.

I feel like they are two different things, and when I write books, they're just books. If they can be movies that's okay. But I would write a novel that couldn't be a film.

Put your stressful thoughts on paper, question them, and have a great life.

I make my pictures for people, not for critics.

When love exists, nothing else matters, not life’s predicaments, not the fury of the years, not a physical winding down or scarcity of opportunity.

People who have nothing to say, speak the loudest.

Just going through a lot in my life, becoming more confident in myself, writing my own music and just really getting in the studio and just doing it.

Being #‎ IGNORANT is not so much a SHAME, as being UNWILLING to LEARN to do things THE #‎ RIGHT WAY.

Whenever we can make 25 words do the work of 50, we halve the area in which looseness and disorganization can flourish.