What good are fans? You can't eat applause for breakfast. You can't sleep with it.

Obscenity, who really cares. Propaganda, all is phony.

The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.

I paint mostly from real life. It has to start with that. Real people, real street scenes, behind the curtain scenes, live models, paintings, photographs, staged setups, architecture, grids, graphic design. Whatever it takes to make it work.

Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

If you told the truth, that was all well and good and if you told the un-truth, well, that's still well and good. Folk songs had taught me that.

Rumble is the best instrumental ever.