Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty. And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

I was in my late 20s, in the process of shaping my musical outlook and what I wanted it to be about, when I first encountered Woody Guthrie.

Is there anybody alive out there?

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

The moment you begin to depend on audience reaction, you're doing the wrong thing. You're doin' it wrong, it's a mistake, it's not right. You can't allow yourself, no matter what, to depend on them.

Talk about a dream, try to make it real.

Did God make man in a breath of holy fire, or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire?