I certainly don't want to be an angry old artist.

Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm. They cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or mineral.

Edith Piaf knocked my socks off when I was 8, but I didn't know what she was singing about.

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

I came through folk music simply because it was easy to get into it.

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

Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby?