I'm not a playwright. The people in my songs are all me.

She's a hypnotist collector; you are a walking antique.

All I can do is be me, whoever that is.

Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.

Everything passes, Everything changes, Just do what you think you should do.

And it dawned on me that I might have to change my inner thought patterns... that I would have to start believing in possibilities that I wouldn't have allowed before, that I had been closing my creativity down to a very narrow, controllable scale... that things had become too familiar and I might have to disorientate myself. p.71

If you don't underestimate me, I won't underestimate you.