The Only Things Mick And I Disagree

The Stones In A Club Is Still The Ultimate Rush.

Let Me Be Clear About This. I Don't Have A Drug Problem. I Have A Police Problem.

I'm Free Of Hypochondria-- Although I've Got Everything Else.

I Am Not Doing It Just For The Money Or For You.i Am Doing It For Me.

In Fact, I Take The View That God, In His Infinite Wisdom, Didn't Bother To Spring For Two Joints - Heaven And Hell. They're The Same Place, But Heaven Is When You Get Everything You Want And You Meet Mummy And Daddy And Your Best Friends And You All Have A Hug And A Kiss And Play Your Harps. Hell Is The Same Place - No Fire And Brimstone - But They Just All Pass By And Don't See You. There's Nothing, No Recognition. You're Waving, “it's Me, Your Father,” But You're Invisible. You're On A Cloud, You've Got Your Harp, But You Can't Play With Nobody Because They Don't See You. That's Hell.