“Many times drugs and alcohol – there’s a technical term that they’re called, emotional suppressants – are the only things that can help a person survive and get through and be able to deal with their pain.”

If I hadn’t had Freddie Mercury’s lyrics to hold on to as a kid I don’t know where I would be. It taught me about all forms of music… it would open my mind. I never really had a bigger teacher in my whole life.

I like to be real private; you don’t always want everyone around you – even when they like you.

If love is blind I guess I’ll buy myself a cane.

Let sleeping dogs lie or lying dogs sleep or whatever. Time to move on. People get divorced. Life doesn’t owe you your own personal happy ending especially at another’s, or in this case several others’, expense.

I don’t even know my own phone number.

I like feeling a sense of unity with the crowd even though everybody might be thinking something different.

Life sucks, but in a beautiful kind of way.

Regarding social media, I really dont understand what appears to be the general populations lack of concern over privacy issues in publicizing their entire lives on the Internet for others to see to such an extent… but hey its them, not me, so whatever.

People can do whatever they want to, but I’m more pro-hetero. I’m not knocking it – I have friends that are gay. It’s just that it’s not my cup of tea, l guess. That’s all. People can do what they want.

Fear is where there is no love. Love is where there is no fear.

At times I enjoy writing and at others times I just hate it because it’s definitely having to go back and experience some pain and express what you really feel.

It’s really hard to maintain a one-on-one relationship if the other person is not going to allow me to be with other people.

Be bitter, stay angry, and blame everyone!

November Rain is a song about not wanting to be in a state of having to deal with unrequited love.

Sometimes your friends are your lovers, or have been at one time.

I’m late to everything. I’ve always wanted to have it written in my will that when I die, the coffin shows up a half hour late and says on the side, like in gold, ‘Sorry I’m Late’.

Beer, it’s the best damn drink in the world.

I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover so the bar is where I go.

There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.

If they took all the drugs, nicotine, alcohol, and caffeine off the market for six days, they’d have to bring out the tanks to control you.

Wouldn’t it be terrible if I quoted some reliable statistics which prove that more people are driven insane through religious hysteria than by drinking alcohol.

Alcoholic: anybody who drinks more than I do.

I have been advised by the best medical authority, at my age, not to attempt to give up alcohol.