Everybody's got a hungry heart.

I have spent my life judging the distance between American reality and the American dream.

Now everyone dreams of a love faithful and true, But you and I know what this world can do. So let's make our steps clear so the other may see. And I'll wait for you...should I fall behind wait for me.

I cut my bow from the wood of this tree of evil. Of this tree of good, I want a kiss from your lips.

By the time I was 19, my parents weren't very authoritative over my life.I didn't have any doubt about that - at that time about what I was going to do or where I was going. I was a musician. I was going to play. I had a band. We were going to make enough money to survive on.

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

Your legs were heaven, your breasts were the alter, your body was the holy land.