We call for the three great stimulants of the exhausted ones, artifice, brutality, and innocence.

I think I would go further into fine arts, I think, if I were to continue.

But you know it's hard to tell When you're in the spell if it's wrong or if it's real But you're bound to lose If you let the blues get you scared to feel

All romantics meet the same fate some day. Drunk and cynical and boring someone in some dark cafe.

The Hollywood sirens are shrieking, while down some search lit alley runs some lost belief.

I come from pioneer stock, developers of the West, people who went out into the wilderness and set up home with nothing but a pair of oxen.

I wrote 'Big Yellow Taxi' on my first trip to Hawaii. I took a taxi to the hotel and when I woke up the next morning, I threw back the curtains and saw these beautiful green mountains in the distance. Then, I looked down and there was a parking lot as far as the eye could see, and it broke my heart this blight on paradise. That's when I sat down and wrote the song.