The idea that I wrote something that stood for the way I feel about things, and that it lasts, that's probably my favorite thing that I've done.

Oh Lord, are there really people starving still?

Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.

I taught myself to play the piano, because I wanted to play it.

They sell us the President the same way they sell us our clothes and cars.