I can't think of one person I've ever met who didn't like some type of music.

We all have a face that we hide away forever, and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.

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.

Call you up in the middle of the night. It's awful hard trying to make love long distance, but I really need stimulation.

I have a theory that the only original things we ever do are mistakes.

This is our moment, here at the cross-roads of time. Time is relentless and as the past dissappears, we're on the verge of all things new.

There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin.