You can always pound out demos and send them to record companies, but most of the successful bands I've seen are the ones that can sustain themselves.

I have always been fascinated with guns. I grew up in America so granted, it is part of our heritage and it is written into the laws of how this country is run.

I love Indian food - it's my favourite cuisine. I love the mixture of spices and the subtle flavours. It's really erotic; the spices are so sensuous.

Take life on life's terms - one day at a time. And have fun while you're doing it.

Get good live and get a following because that's what people notice.

I guess we all have a bad night now and then and really screw up. I listened to our earlier stuff and we screwed up a lot. But at least now that we are sober, when we screw up it's for real.

Music is music; you don't have to put a label on it.

I love to listen to the music that first inspired me - I get that fresh feeling back.

I don't see anyone avoiding the Stones because DJs make jokes about them being a part of the Geritol set. All it does is make the DJs look stupid.

A band isn't a band unless they're playing together. Otherwise it's just five guys that are living off their royalty checks.

I've come to realize that you live on through recordings; they're like a musical diary, a window into somebody's soul.

Embrace wisdom and relentlessly pursue joy, and you can live agelessly.

I'll tell you, being involved in human space flight, it is an emotional endeavor. I think it brings in the highest highs and the lowest lows.

There are a tremendous amount of environmental issues that are on the table.

We have come too far to go back, my friends.

The image of a community is fundamentally important to its economic well-being. If all places look alike, there's no reason to go anywhere.

Old people love to give good advice; it compensates them for their inability to set a bad example.

The secret in the search for meaning is to find your passion and pursue it.

Like the ostrich, head under wingWhen the roaring storm breaks,So many people take refugeUnder the soft pillowOf specious arguments.

I couldn't go on, too conscious all at once of my whispering, my eternal posturing, always transforming the world with words--changing nothing.

I'm scared," he says."I know," says the nurse."I want you all to go to Hell.""That's natural.