Fame made me develop a panic disorder.

Knowing now what goes into making a successful artist, it's disheartening.

I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist.

I'm an advocate of 'it's not what you are, it's who you are.'

I've got thick skin and an elastic heart.

I liked when I was naive and I thought it was just about making good music.

I get to sit at home with the dogs on the sofa, record in a closet in the office, send them off and, if I'm lucky, make a million dollars.

I may cry ruining my make up, Wash away all things you've taken.. I don't care if I don't look pretty, Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking.

I don't want to be famous, or recognizable.

People aren't honest about the horrors of fame. The downsides are so overwhelming that, for me, there is no payoff.

I'm sensitive and get easily upset and insulted.

So childhood too feels good at first, before one happens to notice the terrible sameness, age after age.

Science still won't explain the mysterious nature of love and despair.

The more I simplify my life, the happier I feel.

I wasn't representing anybody but myself. I was representing only myself.

They that hold the greatest farmes, pay the least rent (applyed to rich men that are unthankful to God).

The goals made such a difference to the way this game went

Deep Purple is a damn good band and we've made a niche in rock 'n' roll history. Maybe not a huge one but enough to be very proud of.

Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon.

He was swept with a sadness, a sadness deep and penetrating, leaving him desolate like someone washed up on a beach, a lone survivor in a world full of strangers.

I never saw myself not being a stand-up. That was my plan.