There must be some kind of way out of here,' said the joker to the thief.

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people, they're drinking, thinking that they got it made. Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things, but you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it, babe.

Because Dickens and Dostoyevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind.

You'll never be greater than yourself.

Music can save people, but it can't in the commercial way it's being used. It's just too much. It's pollution.

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

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