They say that these are not the best of times, but they're the only times I've ever known. And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own. Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lovers eyes...and I can only stand apart and sympathize...for we are only what our situations hand us...it's either sadness or euphoria.

You've got your passion. You've got your pride. But don't you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true.

I had a melody and a rhythm and chords, but nothing to talk about. I remember reading about how the decline of the steel industry had been affecting the Lehigh Valley, and I decided that's what I was going to write the song about.

I took a fresh pack of Luckies, a mint called Sen-Sen, my old man's Trojans.

Musicians now find themselves in the unlikely position of being legitimate. At least the IRS thinks so.

I won't be righteous again. I'm not sure anymore.

Though you can see when you're wrong, you know you can't always see when you're right.