Science's job is to map our ignorance.

Do I wear a helmet? Ugh. I do when I'm riding through a precarious part of town, meaning Midtown traffic. But when I'm riding on secure protected lanes or on the paths that run along the Hudson or through Central Park - no, I don't wear the dreaded helmet then.

It's not music you would use to get a girl into bed. If anything, you're going to frighten her off.

There's something about music that encourages people to want to know more about the person that made it, and where it was recorded, what year it was done, what they were listening to, and all this kind of stuff. There's something that invites all this obsessive behavior.

If I'm feeling that I have an angle or something to say or something where in a way I'm having a conversation with myself, that's immensely pleasurable.

Another Elvis will not come along. He got wasted, but it's alright.

I'm afraid that reason will triumph and that the world will become a place where anyone who doesn't fit that will become unnecessary