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

I was drawn to boxing because I got beat up as a kid. I was the kid with the piano books in a New York neighbourhood.

Honesty is such a lonely word. Everyone is so untrue.

I've written a bunch of stuff that no one's ever heard, and I don't know if they ever will. I'm just doing it for my own edification.

Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight, and make sure that all her dreams are sweet? Said now, would ya guide her on the roads, and make them softer for her feet? Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight, and make sure that she's gonna be alright, until she's home and here with me.

You should never argue with a crazy mind, you ought to know my now.

Let me go on sleeping and I will lose myself in palaces of sand, and all the fantasies that I've been keeping will make the empty hours easier to stand.