“There’s a demon in me, and he’s still around. Without the dope, we have a bit more of a chat these days.”

Let me be clear about this. I don’t have a drug problem. I have a police problem.

You don’t find a style. A style finds you.

Everybody starts by imitating their heroes. For me it was Chuck Berry and Muddy Waters.

I’ve never had inner turmoil about all this. You find a lot of people these days who cannot stand to be alone. You could lock me up in solitary for weeks on end, and I’d keep myself amused.

A painter’s got a canvas. The writer’s got reams of empty paper. A musician has silence.

To make a rock’n’roll record, technology is the least important thing.

I am not doing it just for the money or for you. I am doing it for me.

If you’re cool, you don’t know nothing about it. It just is, or you ain’t.

When you’re 20, you can’t imagine being 30. When you’re 30, you can’t imagine being 40. When you’re 40, you can’t imagine being 100.

Rock and Roll: Music for the neck downwards.

The only things Mick and I disagree about is the band, the music and what we do.

I’m not getting old I’m evolving.

Women are a beautiful complication, and I look forward to far more beauties and far more complications.

What is life but playing with time?

It’s one thing to play a Muddy Waters song. It’s another thing to play with him.

We all have our own personal laboratories. Life is an experiment, and it’s just a matter of getting the alchemical or chemical combination right.

I just live one day at a time. That’s my new theory in life.

I reflected a lot, I thought a lot on my 50th birthday. It has been one of the most important birthdays in my life, not in terms of celebration but in terms of retrospect.

There will come a day, when all the lies will collapse under their own weight, and truth will again triumph.

If the day should ever come when we must go, if some day we are compelled to leave the scene of history, we will slam the door so hard that the universe will shake and mankind will stand back in stupefaction.

It is on this beautiful day that we celebrate the Fuhrers birthday and thank him for he is the only reason why Germany is still alive today

As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.

To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.

The day you stop learning is the day you begin decaying.