Sometimes, at night you could hear the whole damn city crying.

What you were singing about was believable and convincing, that's the key to a great singer.

Every song has a piece of you in it, because just general regret, love. You have to basically zero in on the truth of those particular emotions.

The songs themselves do broaden out as time passes and take on subtly different meanings, take on more meaning, I find.

I think 1960s small-town America was very Lynchian. Everything was there, but underneath, everything was rumbling.

I don't know if I know anyone, with the exception of the early inventors of rock music [who wasn't influenced by something].

I want a thousand guitars . . .