My favorite time of day is to get up and eat leftovers from dinner, especially spicy food.
Another Elvis will not come along. He got wasted, but it's alright.
That's the one for my tombstone... Here lies David Byrne. Why the big suit?
I found music to be the therapy of choice.
We're on a road to nowhere, come on inside. Takin' that ride to nowhere, we'll take that ride. I'm feelin' okay this mornin', and you know, we're on the road to paradise, here we go, here we go.
Is giving in to the photographer's presumably natural impulse to compose and light well sometimes okay and not okay other times?