I always want to rock.

When I first saw Jo, I said boom, that was it, because I’m a one-woman man.

When I’m left on my own I’m my own worst enemy.

The last show we played, I was straight as a die. It did feel weird not to be hiding behind alcohol or dope, but being focused was… good.

All of us can’t wait to get out there whatever way.

There’s a basic rule which runs through all kinds of music, kind of an unwritten rule. I don’t know what it is. But I’ve got it.

We got touring with the Stones, and people were trying to keep up with Keith. He’s like a human machine with a constitution of iron, and they all thought they could do the same.

With every gig we have to prove ourselves better than the night before.

What can I say, I’m an alcoholic. It’s what I do.

You don’t make solo albums to have hits.

We’re great, Jo and me. We’re pals, and I guess sex has a lot to do with it. She’s also brilliant at clearing a room. So protective, so devoted. I can’t believe how much she loves me.

I just think my body can’t handle it any more. I did try a little drink a while back, and I was actually physically ill. I went into an immediate depression, and felt awful, just dreadful. So that’s it. I’m over it now.

My dad lived till he was 78, my mum was in her 80s, and I’ve got two uncles who are in their 90s now.

I’m a Gemini, so I have a great time with the other guy.

In my family, they were all big boozers.

Let’s face it: I paint well. I know it, you know it. There’s no arguing really, is there?

Jo left me a few months ago for 10 days. I get this note: I’ll come back when the real Ronnie comes back.

Mick says, Would you join the band? I say to him, Mick, you know I’d be there in a New York minute.

When I first started all this, it was mostly music fans that came along, Stones fans. But now, I’m being taken seriously. I’ve got highfalutin’ art collectors and everything!

I always want to rock.

Mick has expressed an interest in coming to the gallery tonight because he’s seen me behaving myself lately. He is being much more supportive, which is nice.

I heard this massive thud. I spun around, and there Keith was, on the ground. He’d cut his gums up on impact, he was very bloody, and clutching his head. I think it was a kind of wake-up call for him.

I’ve got an article where my mum says that I used to run home from school to watch the Stones on TV. Right from when I was at college I wanted to be in that band.

People often get the wrong impression of Mick. The clever businessman is just one side of Mick. The other side is the same as the rest of us, a true rocker!

Having loved the Stones all the time I was growing up, I wasn’t about to see them go and split up. It got very close to it in the 80s, when Mick thought that Keith hated him and vice versa.

I go off into Dublin and two days later I’m spotted walking by the Liffey with a whole bunch of new friends.

My real self is probably more creative and more frightening than any sort of drink or drug-induced state.

They say you can smoke 400 cigs a day and drink 20 cups of coffee, but you can’t have a line or a drink again.

I love to go to Ireland just to relax.

I can’t be left unsupervised.

I like it when journalists are nice to me, and it’s happening more and more.

It’s taken folk a while to come around, hasn’t it? Even the boys in the band weren’t too sure about the whole art thing. They just wanted me to concentrate on the music. But they respect it now.

I’m terrible with money, absolutely awful. I’m always losing it.