“It’s much more fun to be full of hope than pessimism any day of the week.”

I saw the Beatles play the Cavern in Liverpool when I was 16. They had attitude: Onstage, they were like a four-headed monster.

I dislike religion quite intensely. It’s been the cause of all the grief in the world ever since they discovered the first stone to worship.

All my dreams came true. There’s not many people that can say that. I mean, most people have to work in a job they hate all their lives, and I can’t imagine that.

I don’t like people’s table manners. That really puts you off eating food.

In every kid’s life, there’s about three or four years when you’re at liberty, and after that, you have to get a job because you’re getting married or you have to support your parents or whatever it is.

I make a very good steak.

My advice wouldn’t be good to anybody. I don’t see it really being greeted with thunderous applause.

I’ve always been alone. I grew up alone. I like it that way. Even when I’m in an arena surrounded by 10,000 people, I’m alone in my head.

I like hard, aggressive music.

I once fell through a hole in the stage.

I learned that if I had known how much of this Nazi memorabilia there was to collect, I never would have started in the first place. It’s crowding me out of my house.

I was never going to be a doctor or a lawyer, so being a musician seemed to be the best of what was on offer.

The thing about death is it’s so final, isn’t it, really? As far as we know… Nobody has ever come back and told us about it.

When you’ve lived the life that I have, you should always expect something like that to crop up. I was not a good boy.

You learn all the best stuff in life after you leave school.

I like touring; I live on the road, more or less.

I still have hope that one day someone will love all of me – from the hallelujahs right down to the hallows.

Some days I am more wildfire than a woman.

Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.

Eases our darkness into daylight. Oceans apart, but what remains the same, is our eyes gazing at the same moon.

What a loss they suffered, the day they left you.

There came that day in mid-July I never saw it coming I don’t know why house empty and you gone you imprinted my heart with that Leonard Cohen song.

You told me I was the culmination of all the prettiest sunsets and that was the day I finally saw what you see in me.

It might sound cliche but with the dying of another day, I’m close to walking away as my mind is leading me astray.