In writing songs, I've learned as much from Cezanne as I have from Woody Guthrie.
A lot of people from the press want to talk to me, but they never do.
I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.
All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now.
If ever asked to look at yourself, don't.
Ain't it hard when you discover that, he wasn't really where it's at, after he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel?