“Oh my God. I'm not Keith Richards. I'm Otis from Mayberry! A fucking drunk!”
“Good God, Keith.""Yes, I've talked to Him too and I'm still waiting on his Guidance...”
“Oh, fuck it, I'm a monster, I admit it!”
“To write a song that is remembered and taken to heart," Richards notes, "is a connection, a touching of bases. A thread that runs through all of us. A stab to the heart." Keith Richards from his autobiography”
“Oh, my god!" I said, throwing my hands over my eyes and hurtling my body against the counter."What?""You're naked.""I'm not naked.""I'm blind.""You're not blind. I'm wearing pants.""Oh." That was embarrassing.”
“Oh my God I'm going to kill you!' But she was laughing.”