Your skin starts itching once you buy that gimmick about something called love.

I am the passenger, I stay under glass. I look through my window so bright, I see the stars come out tonight. I see the bright and hollow sky, over the city's ripped backsides and everything looks good tonight.

I feel a great comfort and relief knowing that there are others who lived and died and thought and fought so long ago; I feel less tyrannized by the present day.

Cigarettes and coffee, man, that's a combination.

What the world needs right now... a good, artistic, gothic, terrifying scare

What did Christ really do? He hung out with hard-drinking fishermen.

The people who were learning from me tended to be more commercial performers who were gonna rip off the salient idea to do it in a way that will sell, but they weren't going for the music.