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.

We have never arrived. We are in a constant state of becoming.

There ought to be a law about you coming around.

Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you, but no, you will not be deceived. Stripped of all virtue as you crawl through the dirt, you can give but you cannot receive.

let me forget about today until tomorrow

I'm not a folk-singer. I just sing a certain place.

Passion is a young man's game. Young people can be passionate. Older people gotta be more wise.