There Are No Impossible Dreams.

I Like The Word F-k. F-king Deal With It And Move On To The First F-king Question You Have.

How Can You Go On Stage And Shout 'yeah! Rock'n'roll Forever!' And Then Go To Bed At 10 O'clock With A Nightcap On, A Candle In Your Hand And A Bible Under Your Arm?

People Think I'm Crazy, But I'm In Demand.

I Don't Know If I'm A Medium For Some Outside Source. Whatever It Is, Frankly, I Hope It's Not What I Think … Satan.

I Have A Genuine Love Affair With My Audience. When I'm On Stage They're Not Privileged To See Me. It's A Privilege For Me To See Them.