I feel like a juggler running out of hands.

I'm not going to get too sentimental, like those other sticker valentines, 'cause I don't know if you are loving some body. I only know it isn't mine.

[Commercial] radio is absolutely the enemy of music. They are my sworn and mortal enemy, and I will have nothing to do with them.

There's no such thing as an original sin.

But there are things in Il Sogno that the methods of The Delivery Man could never achieve.

It's what's on the record not what labels on it. You know, that's like getting a box of cornflakes and eating the cardboard.

Was it a millionaire who said, "Imagine no possessions"?