There have been a lotta tough guys. There have been pretenders. And there have been contenders. But there is only one king.

Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. The night's busted open. These two lanes will take us anywhere.

The things that I loved about Bob's [Dylan] music - and I describe him in the book as the father of my country, which he really is - were things that just didn't fit when I went to do my job. You know, I'd come out of a somewhat different circumstance and shoes - the clothes just didn't fit.

Small unit democracy, I found early on, didn't work for me.

Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny.

The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock'n'roll band.

The drummer in my first band was killed in Vietnam. He kind of signed up and joined the marines. Bart Hanes was his name. He was one of those guys that was jokin' all the time, always playin' the clown.