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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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!

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.

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

I love to go to Ireland just to relax.

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

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 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.

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