The best songs come unasked for. You don't have to think about them . . . Summer is good for songs. When it's real warm, if you have a sense of freedom, not a lot on your mind, and a feeling there's plenty of time, it just seems to be a good climate for music.

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.

Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.

The time you wait subtracts the joy The heads the angel you destroy

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

Man, I'm sick of doubt.

Getting drunk . . . you're in complete control up to a point. It's your choice, every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It's like . . . I guess it's the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .