It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.

The best songs are the songs you write that you don't know anything about. They're an escape.

The purpose of music is to elevate the spirit and inspire. Not to help push some product down your throat. It puts you in tune with your own existence. Sometimes you really don't know how you feel, but really good music can define how you feel... someone who's telling me where he's been that I haven't and what it's like there - somebody whose life I can feel.

"Subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] captures, in word-salad format, life in an encroaching police state.

Uncle fought in Vietnam and then he fought a war all by himself.

Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.

Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.