In those days he really didn't know what he was talking about; that is to say, he was a young jailkid all hung-up on the wonderful possibilities of becoming a real intellectual, and he liked to talk in the tone and using the words, but in a jumbled way, that he had heard from 'real intellectuals.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

and never really thought I'd amount to anything. It was precisely what I wanted the whole world to think; then I could sneak in, if that's what they wanted, and sneak out again, which I did.

We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night.

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

The truth of the matter is we don't understand our women; we blame on them and it's all our fault.