Until I realized that rock music was my connection to the rest of the human race, I felt like I was dying, for some reason, and I didn't know why.

A dream of life comes to me, like a catfish dancing on the end of the line.

The first thing that I do when I come out every night is to look at the faces in front of me, very individually.

Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. The night's busted open. These two lanes will take us anywhere.

The first time I heard Bob Dylan, I was in the car with my mother listening to WMCA, and on came that snare shot that sounded like somebody'd kicked open the door to your mind.

The songs themselves do broaden out as time passes and take on subtly different meanings, take on more meaning, I find.

Sister, I won't ask for forgiveness, my sins are all I have.