I'm Always Sort Of Reflecting On What

One Day We're Going To Watch People Fight To The Death, Like Roman Times. Instead Of Being In A Coliseum, We're Going To Watch It On Tv.

Mothers Love You To The End, And She Didn't Want To Hold Me Back From My Livelihood. So I Left For A Month And Called Her Every Couple Of Days. I Came Home And She Died 24 Hours Later.

If You Ask A Hundred People, They All Give You Different Answers.

I Knew Slash In High School, But Not Very Well. Just Knew Him As This Kid That Used To Hang Out In The Hallway. Pretty Much Looked Then The Way He Does Now.

I Went To Paris In 1989 When The Americans Didn't Quite Know What To Do With Me At First. Now, All Those Years Later, It's Kind Of The Same Story. Not The Same Scenario, But Kind Of The Same Story.