We're living in times where men commit crimes and crime don't have a face.

If not for you, winter wouldn't hold no spring, couldn't hear a robin sing. I just wouldn't have a clue, if not for you.

All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.

The only person you have to think about lying twice to is either yourself or to God. The press isn't either of them. And I just figured they're irrelevant.

I'm sick of giving creeps money off my soul.

A mistake is to commit a misunderstanding.

What drives me to you, drives me insane.