Some people can't physically hear things. A kid that listens to Metallica or something can't hear that, because he's filled himself up with this stuff, he physically can't hear a banjo or a harp or something.

Happiness isn't a fortune in a cookie. It's deeper, wider, funnier, and more transporting than that.

I feel like a juggler running out of hands.

The radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anesthetize the way that you feel.

What do we care, if the world is a joke? We'll give it a big kiss, we'll give it a poke. Death wears a big hat cause he's a big bloke.

I've always felt writing a song was a bit like going on location. That's true in an almost literal sense. Where you are seeps in somehow.

I'm not even sure what I want, but that's not the point - it's that I want it now.