I'm glad that I still have the ability to tour in Europe. I do love it.

He's halfway sick and halfway stoned. He'd sure like to kick, but he's too far gone. So they wind him down with methadone.

All invisible from where we stand the connections come to pass, and though too strong to comprehend they affect us not the less.

I don't know much about God. But if everything does originate with God, then certainly songs do as well.

Photographers and reporters are mostly after me. They want to know what I read and what I'm like and I don't really know myself, so how can I tell them?

In the beginning, there was a kind of energy that - like an urgency to express myself, and the songs just couldn't be held in. But I think it changes, the nature of how that - what that energy is. And I need to court the muse in a much more serious way.

Fortunately, it doesn't seem to have made a lot of difference to my audience that I'm as bald as a billiard ball!