I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.

I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.

I'll take the shooting. I'm used to that. I've been shot a few times in the past, and I guess I can stand it, again.

The soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you. The soul would be no good to the devil if it could be destroyed. And it is not lost when placed in Satan's care, as is so often said. He always know exactly how to put his finger on it.

Music [is] the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours. To feel something. To burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school, TV, and loading the dishwasher after dinner.

A pamphlet, no matter how good, is never read more than once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over. And I maintain that if a person can put a few common sense facts into a song and dress them up in a cloak of humor, he will succeed in reaching a great number of workers who are too unintelligent or too indifferent to read.

I am; I was. I want to be.