If I need a cause for celebration, Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind, I rely on my imagination, And I dream of an imaginary time.

You'll learn more from your accidents than anything that you could ever learn at school.

Some people stay away from the door for the chance of it opening up.

You look so polished from your hair down to your toes, but still your finger's gonna pick your nose.

It's a little intimidating to walk into a studio and know that you're going to sing a duet with Barbra Streisand.

Forced to recognize our inhumanity, our reason coexists with our insanity. And though we choose between reality and madness, it's either sadness or euphoria.

I actually wrote the song first as "well, it's 9 o'clock on a Saturday." That bit. Then I said, You know what? It needs some kind of an introduction to kind of set the mood and set the flavor. So I just played this kind of cocktail lounge thing, the hustle and bustle of waitresses going by - that kind of thing.