Therapy is extremely expensive. Popping bubble wrap is radically cheap.

I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead.

Being rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs. That's the price you pay for being troubadours and clowns.

Places I've lived since then had to have some kind of uniqueness and character about them. And logically Key West, and then Down Island. So, all of that stuff sort of had it's roots in New Orleans and went crazy.

The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.

You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor, but he's a little smart for you to fool.

When reality looks too ugly, fantasize.