They [The Beatles ] were the first band to write their own songs in Britain because we always just covered American songs before that.

A kid once said to me "Do you get hangovers?" I said, "To get hangovers you have to stop drinking.

I don't do regrets. Regrets are pointless. It's too late for regrets. You've already done it, haven't you? You've lived your life. No point wishing you could change it.

If you think you are too old to rock 'n roll, then you are.

All you got in life is your honor, man, your own self-image, your own self-respect. If you lose that, or if you give it away or if you sell it, then you ain't got it no more.

That was a great time, the summer of '71 - I can't remember it, but I'll never forget it!

Born to lose. Live to win.

Don't look to me. Don't ask for help. Don't ask for anything that you can do yourself

My entire social life is spent in bars, so I don't see giving up drinking as a viable option. Could you see me saying, 'Tomato juice please?'

It seems that our brave new world is becoming less tolerant, spiritual and educated than it ever was when I was young.

Inherited hatred (i.e. hatred your parents schooled you in) is not only stupid, it is destructive - why make your only driving force hate? Seems really f***ing dumb to me.

So treasure your moments of happiness, the glimpses you see of truth, the nights you've been loved. That's all you've got.

People have the false habit of putting an artificial gap between the spiritual and the financial. We cannot accept this habit because life is an integral whole which we should understand deeply.

To a fireman, wind is a curse. To a sailor, wind is a blessing.

It is in unity that we find strength, in unity we find hope, and in unity we can stand firm as the darkness approaches. Let us stand together – and stand firm – against the many faces of hate.

I am mildly addicted to Mucinex-D. I feel like I should just come clean about that.

Being thrown out of this place is significantly better than being thrown out of a leper colony.

Even the lowliest, provided he is whole, can be happy, and in his own . way, perfect.

That which we know is but little; that which we have a presentiment of is immense; it is in this direction that the poet outruns the learned man.

As reporters in State College, there was a joke. We used to call Penn State, the Kremlin.

If you're any kind of artist, you make a miraculous journey, and you come back and make some statements in shapes and colors of where you were.