everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow

Whatever it was that I felt was the weak link in my previous project gave me inspiration for the next one.

That's one thing that's always, like, been a difference between, like, the performing arts, and being a painter, you know. A painter does a painting, and he paints it, and that's it, you know. He has the joy of creating it, it hangs on a wall, and somebody buys it, and maybe somebody buys it again, or maybe nobody buys it and it sits up in a loft somewhere until he dies. But he never, you know, nobody ever, nobody ever said to Van Gogh, 'Paint a Starry Night again, man!' You know? He painted it and that was it.

They used to laugh at me when I refused to ride on all those double decker buses, all because there was no driver on the top.

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.

The Blue album, there’s hardly a dishonest note in the vocals. At that period of my life, I had no personal defenses. I felt like a cellophane wrapper on a pack of cigarettes. I felt like I had absolutely no secrets from the world and I couldn’t pretend in my life to be strong. Or to be happy. But the advantage of it in the music was that there were no defenses there, either.

Will you take me as I am? Strung out on another man...California, I'm comin' home.