I see the turning of the page, curtain rising on a new age, see the groom still waiting at the altar.

I can't stand to see myself on television.

The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.

I need all kinds of songs - fast ones, slow ones, minor key, ballads, rumbas - and they all get juggled around during a live show. I've been trying for years to come up with songs that have the feeling of a Shakespearean drama, so I'm always starting with that.

If I had wings, no one would ask me: should I fly?

Sometimes the silence can be like thunder.

I said, you know they refused Jesus, too. He said, you're not him.