...It's all sort of dreams and it's all illusion. It's theater; it's not real. We're making up stories, you know, and people tend to run into you and believe you are your characters. And I suppose the funny thing is the longer you go, you do become sort of some version of [your characters]. You both diverge from them - you know - you live, but you also permanently inhabit that geography and that mental space - and so you do morph a little bit. We do become what we imagine.

I hadn't performed by myself in a while. It feels very natural to me, and I assume people come for the very same reasons as they do when I'm with the band: to be moved, for something to happen to them.

I wouldn't be windmilling a Fender Telecaster if it weren't for Pete Townshend.

Most bands don't work out. A small unit democracy is very, very difficult.

You can hide beneath the covers and study your pain, make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain. Waste your summer praying in vain, for a savior to rise from these streets.

Hey, little dolly with the blue jeans on, I want to ramrod with you, honey, 'til half past dawn.

Nothing matters in the whole wide world when you're in love with a Jersey girl.