Save me from the ranks of the freaks who suspect they can never love anyone.

You know what, the drummer is my manager. He's busy. And I'm busy. I don't need the dough, though. But having said that, there's a limit to how much bad music I wanna play. I did it when I was young, and some of the music was OK, but it wasn't great.

When things are really great, it just means everything's in it's place.

Life is a series of problems to figure out how to solve gracefully and with dignity. That is what life is and I can't see it any other way.

You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn't tame

I have a 6-year-old, and his thing is to turn on Radio Disney in the car, and I get such an allergic reaction to listening to that music and the context into which it falls. I'm really working on him about that.

Nightly you retrace your steps again to return to the scene of the crime. It's uncanny how you hover in the air of the wreckage that you left behind.