I don't think I have grand visions that I will never achieve.

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

A lot of cities are making a real effort, neighborhood by neighborhood, to make themselves into a place where life can be pretty good.

We are like the birds. We adapt. We sing.

Analysis is like a lobotomy. Who wants to have all their edges shaved off?

It's more about the stuff you think about when you're getting from place to place on a bicycle than it is about actually riding the bicycle.

There's still a feeling that uncensored emotions make a good song. They don't. Pure emotion is just somebody screaming at you, or crying. It doesn't communicate anything. It has to be mediated with some skill and craft, in order to communicate it to a second, a third, or a fourth person. That doesn't make it any less real. And it doesn't make it any less true. But it does mean that, yeah, it's the combination that makes it work.