When I was a teenager, I was in an iron-lung.

There's not that many people from the sixties who have progressed as writers and are continuing on. They're out there. But I'm one of them who's just continued on, following his own little inner madness.

You've got to be happy, you have to do this thing [music] for the love. It's not like you go into music because it's going to make a lot of money. It's something you do... that's the thing. You got to accept all that hard work with it, too. And enjoy it, and love it.

Ш'm not cybernaut, this stuff's so foreign to me.

In my early days, I was about 145 pounds. I was really a starving artist; the poster child for starving artists.

Women in stores will pull their children away from me sometimes so they won't catch the crazy Creed virus. Other folks are disappointed that I'm not that guy in person.

I think if you don't have it [desire], you're not going to be pushed into anything. You've got to want to do something.