Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

Black is the Color and none is the number

Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.

Just because you like my stuff doesn't mean I owe you anything.

I'm not going to read any of these magazines. I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth. You know that.

I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.

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.