You might be a rock and roll addict prancing on the stage. You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage.

Money doesn't exist because I don't recognize it.

Inside the museum infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo, 'This is what salvation must be like after a while.' But Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.

Once I can focus in on something, I just play it in my mind until an idea comes from out of nowhere, and it's usually the key to the whole song. It's the idea that matters. It's like electricity was around long before Edison harnessed it.

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

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.

The government's not going to create jobs. It doesn't have to. People have to create jobs.