The government's not going to create jobs. It doesn't have to. People have to create jobs.

Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.

Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.

People think they know me from my songs. But my repertoire of songs is so wide-ranging that you'd have to be a madman to figure out the characteristics of the person who wrote all those songs.

Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.

My songs always sound a lot better in person than they do on the record.