To say I'll make your dreams come true would be wrong, but maybe, darling, I could help them along.

I think that is what film and art and music do; they can work as a map of sorts for your feelings.

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.

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

When you get fat and lose your hunger. That is when you know the sellout has happened.

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Or is it something worse?

More than rich, more than famous, more than happy...I wanted to be great.