I deep sea fish a lot.

I set myself up to be a bass guitarist and bass players get a lot more work than people like me.

I can't stand rap....people who can't sing do rap....you can sing rebellion as well as talk it....Hitler would have been in a rap band.

We have nine hungry Rottweilers on the farm.

I ain't quiet.. everybody else is too loud.

I'm only interested in heavy metal when it's me who's playing it. I suppose it's a bit like smelling your own farts.

I have got an anthology album out. The American version has got the same mixes but the European version, I remixed them in the studio and added a couple of things that I have always wanted to add.

So by the time I taught myself the bass guitar at the age of 14, my hands were already pretty nimble.

The Netherlands are wet, flat and full of stoned people.

I am writing a book and that takes third place of importance.

I ain't heard anyone play like I do in my band and I am very happy about that.

If your environment isn't bringing out the best in you, then it's time to reposition yourself in a circle of ambitious enlightening minds.

If you need to find out who is your friend among many, stimulate a resolutive conflict.

The one place where a man ought to get a square deal is in a court-room, be heany colour of the rainbow, but people have way to carrying their resentments right into a jury box.

I would like to have seen my sons growing up.

Fantasy is no good unless the seed it springs from is a truth, a truth about human beings.

Real estate cannot be lost or stolen, nor can it be carried away. Purchased with common sense, paid for in full, and managed with reasonable care, it is about the safest investment in the world.

But, the relationships that I see work - As long as they're telling the truth, and saying the things that you don't ever want to have to say to another human being.

He who sows hurry reaps indigestion.

Lord, how you afflict your lovers! But everything is small in comparison to what you give them afterwards.

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.