I de-stress with my family, just at home pruning roses, cutting, working in the garden.
I assume everything I do in life is gonna be a failure, and then if it turns up roses, then I'm psyched.
The Guns N' Roses reunion didn't happen by chance or whatever. It was always looked at as a possibility, but it never seemed right or felt right.
As for Guns N' Roses, I don't think there's ever a chance of a reunion.
Truths and roses have thorns about them.
Treaties are like roses and young girls. They last while they last.
Treaties, you see, are like girls and roses; they last while they last.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.
I'd never been paid for the first Roses LP - it was 2002 before we received any royalties.
Both my grandmother and mother used to wear the Red Roses cologne, and when I was 21 or 22, I smelled the same scent on a friend of mine.
You know those adages about smelling the roses and chasing butterflies? The markets are my butterflies and my roses.
I can't have white roses. They symbolize death.
My life is part humor, part roses, part thorns.
We found vines of a large size, and in some cases quite loaded with grapes; we also found an abundance of roses, which appeared to be like those of Castile.
We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.
Guns N' Roses is a weighty subject, but in the same breath, I don't take it that seriously.
We have a saying in Guns N' Roses: 'When somebody's gonna get yelled at, they're gonna get the corn.'
