I'm not a big disco guy.

Believe in your dreams. If you don't, who will?

The internet and social networking are new avenues for the next Bob Dylan to be born on.

I went to a radio station on Long Island in 1982, and thank goodness for me, it was so new that there was no receptionist. So the DJ opened up his booth, and took my tape and listened to it and thought it was a hit song.

There's not a platinum record hanging in my house anywhere. It doesn't exist here. I'm over it. They're all in the garage, wrapped up in bubblewrap.

My heart is like an open highway...people come and go and sometimes they are just beside you and you dont know

Nobody's dumb in this relationship [with his wife] or in the relationships of any of the other guys in the band. But it's also not the cliché that those on the outside envision.