Now, I don't want to give you the impression that I'm a great musicologist, but I'm a lot better than what I was described as for a long, long time; you know, people said I only knew three chords when I knew five.

What a beautiful testament to the creative spirit and its true motives, to creative contribution coming from a place of purpose rather than a hunger for profit.

I don't trust my inner feelings, inner feelings come and go.

Follow me, the wise man said, but he walked behind.

Even without the mushroom cloud still I would have hated Listen I would have done the same things even if there were no death I will not be held like a drunkard under the cold tap of facts I refuse the universal alibi

We used to play music for fun. Much more than now. Now nobody picks up a guitar unless they're paid for it.

English, I know you ... you are German with a license to kill.