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.

You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past - whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever.

It's not a house, it's a home.

Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.

Ain't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit.

One night around that time, at Hammersmith, Bob Dylan was about to go into [his 1963 classic] 'Don't Think Twice, It's Alright.He said, 'Hey, Bucky! Play mandolin on this.' I am not really a mandolin player; I could only play in certain keys. Halfway through, he stops the band, turns to the audience and points to me. He says: 'He isn't playing, he's miming.' And then: 'Should I fire him?' The whole audience yells.

Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.