I understand that it's the music that keeps me alive... That's my lifeblood. And to give that up for, like, the TV, the cars, the houses - that's not the American dream. That's the booby prize, in the end. Those are the booby prizes. And if you fall for them - if, when you achieve them, you believe that this is the end in and of itself - then you've been suckered in. Because those are the consolation prizes, if you're not careful, for selling yourself out, or letting the best of yourself slip away.

Think of it this way: performing is like sprinting while screaming for three, four minutes. And then you do it again. And then you do it again. And then you walk a little, shouting the whole time. And so on. Your adrenaline quickly overwhelms your conditioning.

Out of our way mister, you best keep.

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

Mister, I ain't a boy, no I'm a man, and i believe in a promised land.

In a restless heart the seed of betrayal lay.

Success makes life easier. It doesn't make living easier.