I tend to be not my own best company. I can get a little lost when - if I don't have my work to occasionally focus me.

In the past, some of the songs that were the most fun, and the most entertaining and rocking, fell by the wayside because I was concerned with what I was going to say and how I was going to say it.

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

You can't shut off the risk and the pain without losing the love that remains.

Well now I'm no hero, that's understood. All the redemption I can offer girl, is beneath this dirty hood. With a chance to make it good somehow, hey what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair. Well the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere. We got one last chance to make it real.

Music doesn't tell you where to go. It says, go find your own place. That's what it told me.

[The Catholic religion] was something I carried with me, never forgot, brought into my music. And it's been in my music ever since.