When things get really bad, just raise your glass and stamp your feet and do a little jig. That's about all you can do.

I always loved those little creatures [hummingbird], always feel blessed when they appear nearby. There's a magical quality to them. I finally put one in a song.

I noticed that when I was on Prozac my relationship with the landscape improved. I actually stopped thinking about myself for a minute or two, because most of the thoughts one has about oneself are involved with desire or loneliness or isolation or strategies to overcome them.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

this is every musician's dream, to stand in front of an audience and not have to prove your credentials.

i would like to remind the management that the drinks are watered and the hat-check girl has syphilis and the band is composed of former ss monsters However since it is new year's eve and i have lip cancer i will place my paper hat on my concussion and dance