I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.

I’m in awe of McCartney. He’s about the only one that I am in awe of. He can do it all. And he’s never let up... He’s just so damn effortless.

In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.

Good and bad, I define these terms, quite clear, no doubt, somehow.

As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree, and the locusts sang off in the distance.

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

You got men who can't hold peace and women who can't control their tongues. The rich seduce the poor, and the old seduce the young.