When I do interviews, I always go in with the attitude that something good can happen from it.

Everything works if you let it

I'm quite an example. I have four kids, all from the same wife, all from the same husband.

If I weren't as tall as I am, I would've been a member of AC/DC.

I'm a guitar player. Actually, I think of myself as a songwriter/rhythm-guitar player.

I always thought I wrote good bridges. I was a bit more impressed with the bridges I wrote than maybe the songs I wrote.

If I weren't in the band, I would be a fan.

I'm a reactor. I can react to crowds, performing situations.

I'm a good solid family man. I don't say I'm a good solid man.

I prefer to be an equal-opportunity offender of the guitar.

The worst thing your parents can do is try to emulate you.

The downside of my celebrity is that I cannot go anywhere in the world without being recognized. It is not enough for me to wear dark sunglasses and a wig. The wheelchair gives me away.

When you are loved, you can do anything in creation. When you are loved, there's no need at all to understand what's happening, because everything happens within you.

Chocolate, coffee, and ice cream were far more reliable when it came to providing a good time, and at least they would never disappoint me.

This is not a full circle. It's life carrying on. It's the next breath we all take. It's the choice we make to get on with it.

"Well," said my aunt, "this is his boy - his son. He would be as like his father as it's possible to be, if he was not so like his mother, too."

Friendship is one of the greatest luxuries of life.

Scientific and philosophic truth have parted company.

If you cause your ship to stop and place the head of a long tube in the water and place the outer extremity to your ear, you will hear ships at a great distance from you.

I'm not talking about having to consult Julia Child before you can take a pot off the rack. I think that's something we can all do more and do better.

And what good is it to me that you're here now? Where where you twenty years ago, ten years ago? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this?