I'm Like A Junky Without

I'm Dyslexic, I Have Attention-deficit Disorder, And I've Got Something Like A Hereditary Tremor.

The Jesus Freaks Were The Worst. While The ‘suicide Solution’ Case Was Going Through The Courts They Followed Me Around Everywhere. They Would Picket My Shows With Signs That Read, ‘the Anti-christ Is Here’. And They’d Always Be Chanting: ‘put Satan Behind You! Put Jesus In Front Of You!’ One Time, I Made My Own Sign – A Smiley Face With The Words ‘have A Nice Day’ – And Went Out And Joined Them. They Didn’t Even Notice. Then, Just As The Gig Was About To Start, I Put Down The Sign, Said, ‘see Ya, Guys,’ And Went Back To My Dressing Room.

I Remember What A Thrill It Was To Go From The Back Streets Of Birmingham To Madison Square Garden In New York...it's Like Playing On Mars. You Can't Buy That.

There Are No Impossible Dreams.

It's Just Human Nature - Isn't It? - To Be More Attracted To Something That's Taboo. If Someone Tells You Not To Smoke, You Wanna Smoke. If They Say, 'don't Do Drugs,' You Wanna Do Drugs. That's Why I've Always Thought That The Best Way To Stop People Taking Drugs Is To Legalise The Fucking Things. It Would Take People About Five Seconds To Realise That Being An Addict Is A Terribly Unattractive And Pathetic Way To Be, Whereas At The Moment It Still Has That Kind Of Rebel Cool Vibe To It, Y'know?