Life's Not All About Money.

The Jesus Freaks Were The Worst. While The ‘suicide Solution’ Case Was Going Through The Courts They Followed Me Around Everywhere. They Would Picket My Shows With Signs That Read, ‘the Anti-christ Is Here’. And They’d Always Be Chanting: ‘put Satan Behind You! Put Jesus In Front Of You!’ One Time, I Made My Own Sign – A Smiley Face With The Words ‘have A Nice Day’ – And Went Out And Joined Them. They Didn’t Even Notice. Then, Just As The Gig Was About To Start, I Put Down The Sign, Said, ‘see Ya, Guys,’ And Went Back To My Dressing Room.

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.

Ozzy Is A Powerful And Attractive Man. When I Grow Up I Want To Be Ozzy.

I Know That I'm Here - I Believe That I'm Here For A Purpose. I Believe In Forces Of Fate.

I Was Curious, Given The Swimming Pools Of Booze I’ve Guzzled Over The Years - Not To Mention All Of The Cocaine, Morphine, Sleeping Pills, Cough Syrup, Lsd, Rohypnol… There’s Really No Plausible Medical Reason Why I Should Still Be Alive. Maybe My Dna Could Say Why.