All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked. And probably the words are so bland.

You've got to know much more than the mere technicalities of notes. You've got to know sounds and what goes between the notes.

Hey motor cycle mama, you gonna marry me?

Purple Haze all in my brain, lately things don't seem the same. Actin' funny but I don't know why. 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.

Sometimes I do a Dylan song and it seems to fit me so right that I figure maybe I wrote it. Dylan didn’t always do it for me as a singer, not in the early days, but then I started listening to the lyrics. That sold me.

One time I said: maybe I should burn a guitar tonight. You know smash a guitar or something like that. And they said: yeah, yeah! I said: you really think I should? They said: yeah, that'd be cool. I said: well, ok.

Room Full Of Mirrors, that's more of a mental disarrangement. This says something about broken glass used to be all in my brain.