It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in / There's an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin / He says, 'Son, can you play me a memory?/ I'm not really sure how it goes / But it's sad and it's sweet, and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man's clothes.'

I may be an antique like the Stones, but antiques are valuable.

I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage. I found that just surviving was a noble fight.

If you tell kids they can't have something, that's what they want.

No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can't we learn from all we've been through after two thousand years?

Videos destroyed the vitality of rock and roll. Before that, music said, "Listen to me." Now it says, "Look at me."

I hope it does not take the rest of my life until I find what it is I've been looking for.