From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap, through the Badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path.

The man on the radio says Elvis Presley's died. We drove to Memphis, the sky was hard and black.

Physical pain is my friend. I pursue it every night for four hours.

You can't kill your way to security and you can't lead by scaring people.

You've always got to remember, rock and roll's never been about giving up. For me, for a lot of kids, it was a totally positive force... not optimistic all the time, but positive. It was never--never--a bout surrender.

Together, we'll live with the sadness. I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.

Somewhere along the way, the idea, which I think was initially to get some fair transaction between people, went out the window. And what came in was, the most you can get and the least you can give. That's why cars are the way they are nowadays. It's just an erosion of all the things that were true and right about the original idea.