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

All right, I'll take a chance. I will fall in love with you. If i'm a fool you can have the night, you can have the morning too. Can you cook and sew. make flowers grow. Do you understand my pain? Are you willing to risk it all or is your love in vain?

Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.

Truth is like a waterslide-only fun when it's slippery and wet.

Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music again.

I don't really have a retirement plan.