They threw a homemade explosive between a couple of us that were injured. I threw it away from us.

They fired a number of shots and one hit me. I received a shotgun blast to the leg, to the knee. They (doctors) counted 10 bullet holes.

He was a nice guy, never treated me bad.

People are like M&Ms. They come in a variety of colors, they're hard on the outside, and full of obscene yumminess on the inside.

We had an 11 a.m. phone call telling us he (Tyler) was fine. Everybody breathed a sign of relief. Then the sigh became a gasp. The band was flying here, they were in the air, when whatever was going wrong with Steve Tyler messed up again.

If there had been a guardrail, one of us would have been killed, ... It's a short stretch with four lanes fed by two-lane streets.