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.

It's hard to be a saint in the city.

Got a wife and kid in Baltimore Jack, I went out for a ride and I never went back. Like a river that don't know where it's flowing, I took a wrong turn and I just kept going.

You still had to find the music inside your language. You know, it was - that's a big part of what sort of moved me to begin writing the book. I wrote a little essay and I felt, yeah, this is a good voice. This is a good feeling. It feels like me.

There's an opera out on the turnpike, there's a ballet being fought out in the alley.

I don't write demographically. I don't write a song to reach these people or those people.

Settle back is to settle without knowing.