Every writer at the New Yorker is smarter than me.

Every brain is civilized, Every nerve is analyzed, Everything is criticized when you are in need.

Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street.

There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it.

Everybody has their own idea of what's a poet. Robert Frost, President Johnson, T.S.Eliot, Rudolf Valentino - they're all poets. I like to think of myself as the one who carries the light bulb.

Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music again.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.