A gut-string classical Spanish guitar, a sweet, lovely little lady. The smell of it. Even now, to open a guitar case, when it's an old wooden guitar, I could crawl in and close the lid.

It's an addiction... and addiction is something I should know something about.

I've got nothing against daylight. I don't live totally nocturnally. Only when I feel like it. Which is most of the time.

We age not by holding on to youth, but by letting ourselves grow and embracing whatever youthful parts remain.

I look for ambiguity when I'm writing because life is ambiguous.

I mean, give me a guitar, give me a piano, give me a broom and string, I wouldn't get bored anywhere.

I don't know if people in New York recognize me or not. I'm not really conscious of it. If somebody stops me, then I suddenly realize that people are looking at me, but other times they may be doing it and I don't even know because I'm engrossed in something else.