He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by. He kept his boogers in his desk, he wore a neck tie.

My attitude these days is, if you write a bad song, what are they gonna do, throw you in songwriter jail?

When the road gets dark - And you can no longer see - Just let my love throw a spark - And have a little faith in me.

Sometimes love can be so wrong/Like a fat man in a thong.

[But] they can't kill music. God knows, they've tried. But music always wins. As long as there's kids coming up that have a passion. All the bean counters in the world can't kill that. You know? You just can't. They can try, of course, to feed you the most puerile, benign horse manure, but some kid's going to come along and demand something more than that.

He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier, he's gonna check us all on out of here. Up to that mansion on a hill, where you can get your prescription filled.

I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square, trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits in there.