Nobody wants to make great albums now because nobody wants to buy them and there's no place to sell them.

I went to New York in 1974, to either try to get a record deal, get into the New York Art Student League, or be a dancer. So that was my plan. Some plan. And I had no money.

The simple man, baby, pays for the thrills, the bills, and the pills that kill.

Unemployment is sky-rocketing; deflation is in our future for the first time since the Great Depression. I don't care whose fault it is, it's the truth.

Growing up leads to growing old and then to dying And dying to me don't sound like all that much fun

Nobody heard anything ahead of time.

Most people in life, give up too early.