I like the word f-k. F-king deal with it and move on to the first f-king question you have.
I suppose there’s a lot of people that’ve got a better life than me. But I don’t know, I feel very fortunate and very blessed.
Nobody tells me f-k all!
Love and peace to everyone. May your God go with you.
My son Jack once said to me, ‘Dad, do you think people are laughing with you or at you?’ And I said, ‘I don’t care as long as they’re laughing.’
You learn who your friends are when the sh-t hits the fan.
I wish I didn’t have to perform ‘Iron Man’ every night.
Killing a pig for a good old fry-up is one thing. But there’s no excuse for being cruel, even if you’re a bored teenage kid.
Dogs smoke in France.
I’ll only retire in the day I should be dead and they have me buried, and some idiot spell over my casket some stupid gospel stuff.
Freddie is great. At a time when everybody around was doing God knows what, Queen was making music.
There are no unbeatable odds, there are no believable gods.
There are some singers that have great technique and then there are those that have a certain quality or style in their voice. Some have both, like Freddie Mercury, but to me, I prefer style over technique.
You’ve got to have something to retire to. Something you always wanted to do but your job prevented it.
The rest of the guys in Sabbath became boring old farts, and there I was, this crazy guy, still into wrecking hotel rooms and having parties.
I don’t know who Ozzy is. I wake up a new person every day.
I discovered rock’n’roll. You could go round Europe in a van with your best mates, drinking beer, smoking dope and screwing chicks.
I couldn’t be a royal. It’s like living in a supersonic goldfish bowl.
We were very pleased to have the opportunity to come to Israel and visit the holy sites in the Old City.
With time, people forget to say, “Darling I love you.” just that word...