You Can Never Take The Violence Back.

My Stay In Camp Betty Was The Longest I'd Been Without Drink Or Drugs In My Adult Life. [...] At First, They Put Me In A Room With A Guy Who Owned A Bowling Alley, But He Snored Like An Asthmatic Horse, So I Moved And Ended Up With A Depressive Mortician. [...] The Mortician Snored Even Louder Than The Bowling Alley Guy - He Was Like A Moose With A Tracheotomy.

I Always Feel Like I Am On The Dark Side Of The Tracks. I Feel I'm No Good. I Can't Read.

We Were Always Told We Were One Step Behind Deep Purple, One Step Behind Led Zeppelin, One Step Behind Everybody. Our Manager Didn't Want To Let Us Know How Popular We Were. It's Only After We Did Ozzfest That People Started Telling Me Stuff. I Thought They Were Taking The Piss. People Would Come Up To Me And Go, "respect."

I Don't Forget What I Used To Do And So I Can't Justifiably Say To My Kid, "don't You Do That," When I Used To Do It Myself.

The Funny Thing Is, I Was Never Much Of A Fighter. Better A Live Coward Than A Dead Hero, That Was My Motto.