What I like is bottomless flattery.

I'm the most gregarious of men and love good company, but never less alone when alone.

We were in the Arabian Desert for nine months. And I was having the time of my life. It could have been an archeological expedition, a military expedition.

It's such a relief for me to sit in front of a tape recorder and not be using it to learn my lines.

When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself.

I have no intention of uttering my last words on the stage. Room service and a couple of depraved young women will do me quite nicely for an exit.

There may be honor among thieves, but there's none in politicians.

The only exercise I take is walking behind the coffins of friends who took exercise.

Question: How do you know you're God? Answer: Simple. When I pray to him, I find I'm talking to myself.

I will not be an ordinary man, because I have a right to be extraordinary.

I did quite enjoy the days when one went for a beer at one's local in Paris and woke up in Corsica.

I'm recording an album. It's sort of techno mixed with garbage - you, know, intense in-your-face music.

God would behold in you a simplicity which will contain so much the more of His wisdom as it contains less of your own.

We cannot experimentally map out the brain. Its just too big. In a piece of the brain the size of a pinhead there are 3,000 pathways like a city with 3,000 streets.

To be honest, it's easier for me to speak with an American accent.

There is nothing more essential to getting a project off the ground than the underestimate.

Poetry is fact given over to imagery.

There is no difference between knowledge and temperance; for he who knows what is good and embraces it, who knows what is bad and avoids it, is learned and temperate.

I get the whole thing, I can't talk about it. But they're talking and they got an offer. I hope Axl[Rose] can see the greater picture and not be mad at Duff [McKagan] and Slash.

Pakistan without Ajmal is like car without engine

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.