Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and your legs, it won't ruin you

People are going to say, ‘Well, it’s not very truthful.’ But a songwriter doesn’t care about what’s truthful. What he cares about is what should’ve happened, what could’ve happened. That’s its own kind of truth. It’s like people who read Shakespeare plays, but they never see a Shakespeare play. I think they just use his name.

In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall.

I had ambitions to set out and find, like an odyssey or going home somewhere, set out to find this home that I'd left a while back and couldn't remember exactly where it was, but I was on my way there. And encountering what I encountered on the way was how I envisioned it all. I didn't really have any ambition at all. I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be, and so, I'm on my way home, you know?

I was born a long way from where I belong and I am on my way home.

Everything passes, Everything changes, Just do what you think you should do.

Too much information about nothing.