Charity is suppose to cover up for a multitude of sins.

Money doesn't talk, it swears.

I've never written a political song. Songs can't save the world. I've gone through all that.

The purpose of art is to stop time.

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.

Fame it's like... When you look through a window, say you pass a little pub, or an inn. You look through the window and you see people talking and carrying on. You,can watch outside the window and see them all being very real with each other. But when you walk into the room, it's over. I don't pay any attention to it.

i been meek, and hard like an oak, i seen pretty people disappear like smoke. friends will arrive, friends will disappear. if you want me, honey baby, i'll be here.